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

Annals of Crime #18

Original Caption:

Death Watch

New York -- This was the grim scene outside an amusement arcade in downtown Brooklyn after Tony LaVanchino, 17, had been shot to death in a teen gang feud. His friend John Lombardi, 17, wounded in the hand, turns his face away as police surround the body. Four youths were captured. (1959)

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

Geez! Fore yoots was capchudd? I prefoy dat to bein' apprehnned, moyself. Dee-genarated bee-boppas from Long Guy-land City, what done it!