Casablanca , 1942
artist: Vaughan Tomlinson
Launched on Nov 29 2006, now 2,500+ posts...This bilingual blog - 'आन्याची फाटकी पासोडी' in Marathi- is largely a celebration of visual and/or comic ...तुकाराम: "ढेकणासी बाज गड,उतरचढ केवढी"...George Santayana: " Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence"... श्रीमंत बाळासाहेब पंतप्रतिनिधी : "बहुश्रुतता असल्याशिवाय सुसंस्कृतता नाही"
मेघदूत: "नीचैर्गच्छत्युपरि च दशा चक्रनेमिक्रमेण"
समर्थ शिष्या अक्का : "स्वामीच्या कृपाप्रसादे हे सर्व नश्वर आहे असे समजले. पण या नश्वरात तमाशा बहुत आहे."
G C Lichtenberg: “It is as if our languages were confounded: when we want a thought, they bring us a word; when we ask for a word, they give us a dash; and when we expect a dash, there comes a piece of bawdy.”
C. P. Cavafy: "I’d rather look at things than speak about them."
Martin Amis: “Gogol is funny, Tolstoy in his merciless clarity is funny, and Dostoyevsky, funnily enough, is very funny indeed; moreover, the final generation of Russian literature, before it was destroyed by Lenin and Stalin, remained emphatically comic — Bunin, Bely, Bulgakov, Zamyatin. The novel is comic because life is comic (until the inevitable tragedy of the fifth act);...”
सदानंद रेगे: "... पण तुकारामाची गाथा ज्या धुंदीनं आजपर्यंत वाचली जात होती ती धुंदी माझ्याकडे नाहीय. ती मला येऊच शकत नाही याचं कारण स्वभावतःच मी नास्तिक आहे."
".. त्यामुळं आपण त्या दारिद्र्याच्या अनुभवापलीकडे जाऊच शकत नाही. तुम्ही जर अलीकडची सगळी पुस्तके पाहिलीत...तर त्यांच्यामध्ये त्याच्याखेरीज दुसरं काही नाहीच आहे. म्हणजे माणसांच्या नात्यानात्यांतील जी सूक्ष्मता आहे ती क्वचित चितारलेली तुम्हाला दिसेल. कारण हा जो अनुभव आहे... आपले जे अनुभव आहेत ते ढोबळ प्रकारचे आहेत....."
Kenneth Goldsmith: "In 1969 the conceptual artist Douglas Huebler wrote, “The world is full of objects, more or less interesting; I do not wish to add any more.”1 I’ve come to embrace Huebler’s ideas, though it might be retooled as “The world is full of texts, more or less interesting; I do not wish to add any more.” It seems an appropriate response to a new condition in writing today: faced with an unprecedented amount of available text, the problem is not needing to write more of it; instead, we must learn to negotiate the vast quantity that exists. How I make my way through this thicket of information—how I manage it, how I parse it, how I organize and distribute it—is what distinguishes my writing from yours."
Tom Wolfe: "The first line of the doctors’ Hippocratic oath is ‘First, do no harm.’ And I think for the writers it would be: ‘First, entertain.’"
विलास सारंग: "… इ. स. 1000 नंतर ज्या प्रकारची संस्कृती रुढ झाली , त्यामध्ये साधारणत्व व विश्वात्मकता हे गुण प्राय: लुप्त झाले...आपली संस्कृती अकाली विश्वात्मक साधारणतेला मुकली आहे."
Movie poster from the 1959 crime drama, "The Rebel Set."
Beatniks were the popular, slightly hostile media label for people associated (loosely) with the Beat Generation in the late 1940s–1950s. The actual writers were people like:
Jack Kerouac
Allen Ginsberg
William S. Burroughs
They were interested in: freedom, travel, jazz, poetry, sex without apology, spiritual searching (Zen, Buddhism), rejecting middle-class conformity
But “beatnik” was not their word. It was a tabloid word, meant to suggest:
dirty
irresponsible
sexually loose
criminal-adjacent
unserious
Look at the text:
Living in hobo love!
Hunting for strange kicks!
Dealing in startling crime!
This is moral panic dressed as advertising. It says:
“These people are having too much fun”
“They don’t respect work, marriage, or rules”
“They might be dangerous”
“But you should definitely come look”
condemnation + fascination.
She is:
dancing, not posing
smiling with her whole body
unashamed
physically expressive
uncontained
Her body language says:
I am enjoying being alive.
The poster text says:
This is a problem.
That tension is the whole picture.
We are not afraid of her.
We are invited by her, even while being warned.
He is:
smaller
watchful
cautious
half-outsider
He represents society looking at the beatnik world:
curious, suspicious, not quite inside the dance.
He is not the hero.
She is the energy.
Again — note how we talk about her, not him
There isn’t a specific song referenced here — but the imagery borrows heavily from:
jazz culture
beat poetry readings
coffeehouse music scenes
Think:
bongo drums
spoken-word poetry
cigarette smoke
improvised rhythm
The “song” is really a rhythm of nonconformity, not a tune.
The truth here is simple: joy looks threatening to systems built on control. Every generation invents a word for young people who look too happy to obey. Beatniks were one such word.
Stephen Jay Gould, 'Bully for Brontosaurus: Reflections in Natural History':
"...As women have known since the dawn of our time, the primary site for stimulation to orgasm centers upon the clitoris. The revolution unleashed by the Kinsey report of 1953 has, by now, made this information available to men who, for whatever reason, had not figured it out for themselves by the more obvious routes of experience and sensitivity.
The data are unambiguous. Consider only the three most widely read of extensive surveys—the Kinsey report of 1953, Masters and Johnson’s book of 1966, and The Hite Report of 1976. In his study of genital anatomy, Kinsey reports that the female clitoris is as richly supplied with sensory nerves as the male penis—and therefore as capable of excitation. The walls of the vagina, on the other hand, “are devoid of end organs of touch and are quite insensitive when they are gently stroked or lightly pressed. For most individuals the insensitivity extends to every part of the vagina.”
The data on masturbation are particularly convincing. Kinsey reports from his sample of 8,000 women that 84 percent of individuals who have ever masturbated depend “primarily on labial and/or clitoral techniques.” The Hite Report on 3,000 individuals found that 79 percent of women who masturbate do so by directly stimulating the clitoris and surrounding vulva, while only 1.5 percent use vaginal entry.
The data on intercourse affirm this pattern. Shere Hite reports a frequency of orgasm with intercourse at 30 percent and often attained only with simultaneous stimulation of the clitoris by hand. She concludes: “not to have orgasm from intercourse is the experience of the majority of women.” Masters and Johnson only included women who experienced orgasm with intercourse in their study. But they concluded that all orgasms are identical in physiology and clitoral in origin. These findings led Hite to comment that human copulation “sounds more like a Rube Goldberg scheme than a reliable way to orgasm…. Intercourse was never meant to stimulate women to orgasm.” As Kinsey had said earlier with his characteristic economy and candor: “The techniques of masturbation and of petting are more specifically calculated to effect orgasm than the techniques of coitus itself.”..."
This conclusion should be utterly unsurprising—once we grasp the proper role and limitation of adaptationist argument in evolutionary biology. I don’t believe in the mystery style of writing essays: build up suspense but save the resolution until the end—for then readers miss the significance of details along the way for want of proper context. The reason for a clitoral site of orgasm is simple—and exactly comparable with the nonpuzzle of male nipples. The clitoris is the homologue of the penis—it is the same organ, endowed with the same anatomical organization and capacity of response.
Anatomy, physiology, and observed responses all agree. Why then do we identify an issue at all? Why, in particular, does the existence of clitoral orgasm seem so problematic? Why, for example, did Freud label clitoral orgasm as infantile and define feminine maturity as the shifting to an unattainable vaginal site?
Part of the reason, of course, must reside in simple male vanity. We (and I mean those of my sex, not the vague editorial pronoun) simply cannot abide the idea—though it flows from obvious biology—that a woman’s sexual pleasure might not arise most reliably as a direct result of our own coital efforts. But the issue extends further. Clitoral orgasm is a paradox not only for the traditions of Darwinian biology but also for the bias of utility that underlies all functionally based theories of evolution (including Lamarck’s and Darwin’s) and, in addition, the much older tradition of natural theology that saw God’s handiwork in the exquisite fit of organic form to function...."
Sara Lautman, The Paris Review, July 2017
p.s. she has paused her ironing completely to read The Hite Report. Her facial expression is calm, content, and entirely unapologetic.notice the elongated objects sitting in the basket or dish rack are drawn with a distinct, humorous phallic shape—a subtle visual nod by the artist to the themes of the book
By the way- I did not know this before I read Gould's essay and it made me think, made me hopefully humbler....
Ramesh Sakharam Benegal on meeting Netaji in 1944:
artist: George Gross (1909-2003)
This is pulp — but it is intelligent pulp, and that distinction matters. even without the bodies, this image already tells a crime story. The men are almost redundant. Let’s see why.
Some images describe a scene. This one accuses a moment. The story doesn’t begin with violence — it begins with her interruption. She has arrived too late or arrived at the wrong second. That temporal ambiguity is what creates narrative tension.
Her gaze is doing three things at once:
Not looking at the bodies
→ This is crucial. If she were reacting to them, the image would collapse into melodrama.
Looking outward, beyond the frame → Toward threat, escape, witness, or future consequence.
Looking upward and sideways → This is not fear; it is calculation under pressure.
This is a gaze that says: “Something has gone wrong — and I am already thinking two steps ahead.” That alone elevates the image.
The lighting is almost theatrical, but notice how selective it is:
Her face and torso are lit — not the men
Her red skirt anchors the composition
The background dissolves into near-black
This creates a hierarchy: agency → consequence → residue
The men are residue. She is agency.
Yes:
blouse open
leg revealed
cigarette in hand
But here’s the difference from cheap pulp:
Her body is not offered — it is exposed by circumstance.
She is standing, not posing
Her weight is grounded
Her hand grips the post — not decoratively, but for balance
This is a body under stress, not display. That stress gives dignity.
This is not a seductive cigarette.
It is:
unfinished
absent-minded
almost forgotten
That means: she was doing something else when this happened.
A cigarette in pulp often signals control or allure. Here it signals interruption.
Yes — because she is already the aftermath.
Even alone, she would imply:
a crime just occurred
a decision must be made
someone else will pay for this moment
The bodies only literalize what her posture already tells us.
Classic noir is not about crime — it’s about moral asymmetry.
Here:
men lie helpless, unconscious or dead
woman stands upright, thinking
Power has shifted. And noir always lives in that shift.
The picture doesn’t ask: “What happened?”
It asks: “What will she do now?”
And that is the moment noir always cares about.
From the neck up, everything essential is already in place:
the angle of the head (slightly turned, alert, listening)
the set of the jaw (closed, firm, unsentimental)
the eyes (adaptive, outward-facing, future-oriented)
the neck tension (not decorative — physiological)
This is where narrative intelligence resides.
By the time you read her face, you already know:
something irreversible has happened
she understands it faster than anyone else present
she is not surprised by violence, only by timing
That’s enough to hold attention — fully.
Your instinct about the editor is very plausible, and historically quite likely.
In pulp production:
covers had to signal genre instantly
sexuality was shorthand for adult stakes
editors often demanded “assurance of sales”
What’s revealing here is not that cleavage exists — but that it doesn’t do narrative work.
It doesn’t:
change her psychology
intensify the threat
advance the story
It simply occupies space.
Which is why your eye can mentally subtract it without loss.
"According to pulp writer Bill Cox, “George Gross could do exciting paintings even when there were no scantily clad damsels around, and what’s more amazing, Fiction House let him!” Of course, he could also do well with the scantily clad damsels. These are paintings commissioned as cover art, but are not the covers themselves.".
artist: Leonard Starr (1925-2015)
This is joy without irony.
The woman is unselfconscious, not coy
Her smile is open, almost conversational
She isn’t performing for the viewer—she’s absorbed in her own small ritual
That alone sets Starr apart from a lot of mid-century pin-up or glamour illustration, where happiness is often a mask for seduction.
Here, happiness is the subject, not the bait.
Yes, the body is emphasized:
long leg
corseted waist
bare shoulders
But notice something crucial:
Nothing is tense.
No exaggerated arch
No clenched toes
No hyper-sharpened erotic triangle
The pose is relaxed, almost domestic. She’s sitting, not presenting.
This is very important for understanding Starr’s emotional register.
One of Starr’s quiet genius touches is the photograph of the man in the mirror frame.
He’s smiling
He’s not watching her
He’s not dominating the composition
He exists as context, not control.
This changes everything.
The scene becomes:
“I am happy, and someone exists who shares my life—but my happiness does not depend on being watched.”
That’s a subtle but radical idea for commercial illustration of that era.
Starr’s line is:
smooth
continuous
never aggressive
His colors:
warm but not loud
playful without garishness
reds and greens balanced so the image never screams
There is no visual anxiety here. No harsh blacks. No cutting diagonals. The eye glides, it doesn’t pounce. That glide is emotional as much as visual.
Starr’s women are often:
pleased with themselves
amused by life
quietly confident
They are not:
yearning
scheming
inviting conquest
This is happiness as self-containment, not conquest.
That is rare.
Starr’s happiness is not dramatic. It is not heroic. It is not tragic.
It is everyday happiness. That may be why it feels so good—and so rare. In art, especially modern art, happiness often feels embarrassing, naïve, or suspect.
Starr refuses that suspicion.
He simply says:
“This moment is enough.”
And somehow, that still works—decades later.
Most mainstream illustrators carefully manage:
desire
fantasy
ownership
Starr breaks one rule:
He allows his women to enjoy themselves independently of the viewer.
That makes them:
less erotically available
more psychologically complete
Mainstream art usually fears this because:
a complete woman cannot be possessed by the gaze.
Yet Starr risks it. That risk is why the image feels strange—even slightly “uncooperative.”
p.s. AI help has been taken although ideas are mine
artist: Gene Bilbrew (1923-1974)
Gene Bilbrew was one of the finest magazine illustrators of mid-20th-century America. He worked in a world where suggestion had to do the work of exposure. Bilbrew was not painting bodies for titillation alone. He was painting tension. The sexual charge comes not from nudity, but from composition.
Light: why your eye doesn’t linger crudely
Notice how the light behaves:
The brightest light falls on:
the woman’s face
her upper torso
The legs—though prominent—are tonally even, almost sculptural, not spotlighted.
This does something crucial: Your eye moves upward, not downward.
In sleazy images, light pulls the eye to erogenous zones. Here, light pulls the eye to expression and moment. Her face is not passive. It’s alert, almost dramatic—half surprise, half decision.
Look at the shadows:
The man’s face is partly erased
His features dissolve into shadow
He becomes function, not personality
This shifts power.
In cheap erotic art:
Man = actor
Woman = object
Here:
Woman = center of meaning
Man = silhouette, pressure, circumstance
Shadow is doing ethical work here.
The steering wheel / fan-like object is brilliant.
Visually, it:
creates a circular counterpoint to the diagonals of bodies
anchors the composition so it doesn’t collapse into chaos
Symbolically, it does more:
it introduces mechanics
movement, velocity, risk, interruption
This is not a bedroom. This is a moment that wasn’t planned. Eroticism here comes from interruption, not indulgence.
Pornographic posture is designed for viewing.
This posture is designed for balance.
One heel lifted
One leg extended
Body twisted, not opened
She is maintaining equilibrium, not offering herself. That alone changes everything.
This image belongs more to film noir than to pin-up culture.
It has:
urgency
ambiguity
a sense that something irreversible is happening
Nothing here says “look at this body.” Everything says “this moment cannot last.” It doesn’t ask: “Do you like this?” It asks: “What just happened — and what happens next?”
p.s. I have taken AI help to compose part of the post but all ideas are mine