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

They Were Collaborators #214

Perry Smith and Dick Hickock


Matt Blankman said...

Isn't this generally for artists? Smith and Hickok slaughtered an innocent family.

Tom Sutpen said...

No. With all due respect, that's mistaken. It was never my intention to restrict this series to artists. Any two (or more) people who collaborated on anything, even something truly heinous as in this case, fits.

Also, it's not intended to be celebratory. If it was, I daresay at least a third of the entries would not have made the cut.

Matt Blankman said...

Fair enough, Tom. It sometimes gets tricky when taking a look at the seriously infamous. I certainly didn't mean to imply they weren't interesting, or worthy of study...
I'd have to go back and look to see about the 1/3rd...but I'm tired and I'll take your word for it.
I just usually expect an image like, sheesh, I dunno, say...W.C. Fields and Shemp Howard, not Tex Watson and Leslie Van Houten.
Regardless...good photo.