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 Golden Age of Prurience #63

The Grapevine: A Report on the Secret World of the Lesbian
(by Jess Stearn)
(MacFadden Books; 1964)


MichaelRyerson said...

'Unnatural lust'? Wow, sounds hot. I mean that in a good way. Was this a textbook? I think I remember seeing my Uncle Emile with a copy of this once.

Brooks said...

Its funny how lesbians could get away with their unnatural lust in the suburbs. It wasn't uncommon for two women to live together as, you know, friends... spinsters helping each other out, poor dears.

But two men living together - totally frowned on.

This never occurred to me growing up but I recently saw this given as the reason that places like Castro Street in SF become homes to large numbers of homosexual men but not women nearly as much. The men had to run away and find some safety in numbers.