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 Roots of Pop Art #1

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Keen Detective Funnies (vol. 2, #12; December, 1939)

Sometime back in the 1970s, Andy Warhol was asked by an interviewer why it was that artists such as he and James Rosenquist and Roy Lichtenstein all seemed to arrive at a remarkably similar aesthetic quite independently of one another. In one of the few answers of substance he ever gave to a questioner about his art, Warhol replied, "I think it's because we all read a lot of Comic Books when we were kids".

If that doesn't clue you in to the nature of this series, then you're definitely looking at the wrong blog.

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