The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Art of the Girlie Mag #13


Glamour Girl Photography (September, 1959)

5 comments :

Christopher said...

wonder if the packed Chicken and Beer?

H. P. L. said...

"How to stalk pretty picnickers". Why isn't there a novel with that title?

mister muleboy said...

"How to stalk pretty picnickers". Why isn't there a novel with that title?

Dear H.P.L. --


There was.

But Ted Bundy pissed off his editor, and the rest is history. . . .

H. P. L. said...

Dear Mr. Muleboy,
you had me googling there, but of course I never meant to go into these dark territories with my original post. Actually, I was thinking - my insanity notwithstanding here - along a hypotetical follow-up to "The Moviegoer" or something akin to that kind of prose.
Anyway, now it's taken. Watch out for "How to stalk pretty picknickers" by ME, in the next 15 years...

Christopher said...

I'm sure these pretty pickynickers just HAPPENED to be there..