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 Future is Now #15
The Gunslinger Team has determined, after viewing multiple pieces of evidence, that the "future" in the fifties almost always involved space helmets. I almost feel guilty to the dreamers of that age for not one wearing one.
In one hand that is a what? and the other is forming a mudra. A phallic shirt (anteater-precircumcision), phallic topper(postcircumcision) - don't usually see girls with space helmets in the fifties as I recall. I had a bell and howell projector to watch flash gordon reels (no sound) - used to look at the individual images on the celluloid)
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hey...without the helmut..that could be me...MOVIES!
Internet-we didn't need no friggin INTERNET. WE HAD IMAGINATION!!!!
Titans strode the Earth back in the day I tell you!
Official space helmet on, Captain Video!
In one hand that is a what? and the other is forming a mudra. A phallic shirt (anteater-precircumcision), phallic topper(postcircumcision) - don't usually see girls with space helmets in the fifties as I recall. I had a bell and howell projector to watch flash gordon reels (no sound) - used to look at the individual images on the celluloid)
I just see a happy little boy in a space helmut.
Hear hear.
Sometimes a rocketship is just a rocketship.
And little Johnny Zapruder is forever traumatized by his dad's home movies.
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