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

Sex Education #168


Carole Lombard

3 comments :

swac said...

I've had this image lurking on my hard drive for ages now, but I suspect this is a better copy than mine.

mister muleboy said...

Good lord

I mean, good lord

Not only does this well never seem to run dry, but

the water's so sweet. . . .

VP81955 said...

This pic is from Carole's days at Pathe in the late 1920s, one of several racy shots taken by William E. Thomas.

More from the bountiful Lombard fountain can be found at http://carole-and-co.livejournal.com.