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

Friends and Family #7

Meyer Lansky gets pinched for vagrancy . . . of all things


Peter L. Winkler said...

That's a weird photo. The guy on the left looks a little like Charles Starkweather, and either he's eight feet tall or Lansky's three feet tall, or so it seems.

Mike Beversluis said...


Tom Sutpen said...

Lansky was somewhat diminuitive; probably not much more than five feet.

I'm just surprised Lansky could get popped for vagrancy in New York, circa 1957 (when this photo was taken). Forget the fact that he could buy and sell every cop in the precinct (he was no doubt back on the street within an hour of getting booked), I thought the NYPD reserved such petty harassment for Jazz musicians and Puerto Rican nationals, not Organized Crime leviathans.