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 #59

Original Caption:

Las Vegas -- Richard E. Hickock, 28, Kansas State parolee, collapses in the hall of the city jail seconds after police said he admitted to the quadruple shotgun murder of the Herbert W. Clutter family of Holcomb, Kansas, along with suspect Perry E. Smith, 31, both of whom were arrested by Las Vegas police on bad check charges. Holding Hickock are Detective B.J. Handlon and Clarence C. Duntz, of the Kansas Bureau of Investigation. (1960)


estiv said...

And then Phillip Seymour Hoffman finds out about it, and then...

swac said...

"Hold on, let me finish my smoke, then I'll grab him..."