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

Seminal Images #1022


Tarzan and the Leopard Woman
(Kurt Neumann; 1946)

4 comments :

Vanwall said...

Dang! The mysterious Acquanetta, Mrs. Jack Ross! A local TV staple of my youth, she meant Friday Late-Night movies were gonna start soon, to me; met her a coupla times, she was a first class lady.

Christopher said...

"ere yew gonna scratch my back with that thang?"

swac said...

Yeah, I was gonna use an Aquanetta image for Sex Education, but this appealed to me more for some unfathomable reason.

And yeah, I'm not sure how death by backscratcher is supposed to be a threat to the Mighty Tarzan.

Christopher said...

I have a book of Acquanetta's poetry,"The Audible Silence" from 1972..pretty interesting..with groovy little cosmic scribbly illustrations..like a high school student might do in 1970.. :o)