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

P is for Pulp #24

Wall Street Stories
(March, 1929)


SomeNYGuy said...

There really are infinite varieties of porn, aren't there?

Was this magazine still publishing, oh, let's say six months later? Perhaps they switched to recipes for making tasty dishes out of worthless certificates.

Fred said...

Yes, the edition for October 29th featured the smashing novelette "Barry Connors Takes a Header from the 30th Floor". The cover was a delightful scene of all the folks featured on the March cover, standing around gawking at Connors' lifeless body splattered onto Wall Street.

Testify said...

I like the fact that the guys on the right look like they are flicking the V's (sign language for F&@k Off in the UK) to the chap in the centre. snigger.

R.H. said...

"Up yours!" that's what it means.

Or: "Up your arse!"

-Shortened from: "Up yours for the rent!"