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 Art of War #7
The Roots of Pop Art #7

(#18; August-September, 1942)

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

Ah, the innocence of youth! Somehow we project our stereotypes into these things without prompting, so this one is a bit of overkill. Who read them things anyway? Oh, yeah - "Superman is a Jew!" some Nazi named Goering once said, in a fit of pique. In the daily strips, ol' Herman must've seen the superiority of Murican comics lookin' for his soon-to-be dead ass. Projection, and precognition. The Juden, and a bunch of other good joes, beat the fat guy and his creepy pals in the end, anyway.

Comics molded many a malleable boy, myself included, and thank heaven I was discerning enough to see Mad Magazine as more important than a zillion war comics.