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 #41

Original Caption:

Chicago -- Louis 'Little New York' Campagna and Paul 'The Waiter' Ricco stand in the showup line at police headquarters here. The two, on parole from federal sentence, were locked up and put through regular fingerprint and lineup routine after voluntary surrending to state's attorney for questioning in killing of ex-policeman William Drury. (1950)


Brent McKee said...

Campagna and Ricca both died of heart attacks - Campagna on his yacht. "Crime does not pay" - much.

Mr DeBakey said...

Someone here doesn't appear to understand the purpose of line-ups.

Is it Moi?

"So Miss, can you pick out the fella that stole your purse?"

Tommy O'C said...

"Please point out which of these men most resembles the black man who stole your purse, miss."