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 Panel: Marvel #15

from He's Hers, But . . . I Want Him!
(By Stan Lee, Gene Colan and Dick Ayers)
(Our Love Story #6; August, 1970)


Tempest said...

No tongues!

Chris Rywalt said...

I think that's supposed to be Gene Colan.

I can't believe they'd try and revive romance comics as late as the 1970s.

swac said...

Colan it is, although it's interesting how many places you see his name as "Conlan" when you Google it.

Loved his work on Daredevil, BTW.

Christopher said...

i think I'm gonna be sick!

Fred said...

My neighbor's daughter used to collect these romance comics. I remember sending my GI Joes to her house to beat up Ken.

Tim Lucas said...

Those sideburns were her downfall.

Mac said...

*sigh* Nimoy scores again. This must've been backstage on Mission: Impossible.