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 #45

Original Caption:

Detroit -- Surrounded by detectives who examined his bullet-punctured body, Harry Millman, former 'Purple' gangster, lies lifeless in his still-warm blood on a bar room floor, rubbed out by rival mobsters. Because of his repeated escapes from conviction in ten years of crime marked with charges of extortion, armed robbery and kidnapping, Millman was known to the underworld as 'Lucky.' The gunmen who finally caught up with him early this morning also wounded four bystanders. (1937)


Business or Leisure? said...

Luck be to thee, unnamed bystanders.

rookgaroo said...

From the days when newspaper reporters had to be writers. Sheer poetry. I especially like the way he simply tells us that this guy's nickname was "Lucky" and then leaves it to the readers to make up their own jokes.