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

Artists in Action #301

Mickey Spillane gives the schoolteacher racket a test-drive


Vanwall said...

The true progeny of Carroll John Daly and Race Williams. Careful how you ask for a hall pass.

Mr DeBakey said...

“Algebra, sneered the Punk in the back row, I ain’t learnin’ no damn Algebra.”
I palmed the .45 and laid it across his cheek with a crack that split the flesh open.
He rocked back onto his desk
blood running onto his chin.
Myrna Fata, class gody-goody, screamed
I stood there smiling, but nothing was funny.

[After Vengeance is Mine ]