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

Christmas with the Stars #2

Joan Crawford
Joan Crawford, looking both dangerous and sexy at once, shows off some leg before scaling down the chimney.

3 comments :

Greg said...

The gun and stern look on her face, while holding those life-size dolls, makes it look like Joan has abducted a little girl and her teddy bear and now she's going to kill Santa unless her demands are met.

swac said...

Mildred Claus

Robert said...

I much prefer her to the big guy. Merry Christmas, Gunslingers.