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

Artists and Animals #43

Liz Taylor
Elizabeth Taylor on the set of 'Reflection in a Golden Eye'.


VP81955 said...

More than two decades later, she still liked horses! (Then again, if women had to choose between equines and Eddie Fisher...)

Tommy O'C said...

Ha, poor Eddie! Didn't Liz display her sumptuous derriere in that flick? I believe that is the one part of that flick I've seen. She was starting to pack on the pounds but, man, Reubenesque never looked better. Speaking of Eddie, in his autobio (excerpts are online), he said that having sex with Liz was, basically, hot as porno. She'd crawl on the floor nude and he'd be following her, teased to the max and well, excited, what with the "Vitamin B" injections he was getting from "Doctor Feegood" Max Jacobson and, hell, I just wish I could have been in his place. Just once.