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 #66


Original Caption:

Death in a Bronx Gutter.

New York -- While stunned spectators look on, an unidentified policeman is shown making notes over the body of a man identified as Eugene Giannini, 42, a Bronx hoodlum with a long police record. The body was found in the gutter in front of 221 East 107th Street. He had been shot in the back of the head and police think the body was dumped into the street from an automobile. Investigating a report that shots had been heard earlier in quarters of the Jefferson Major Athletic Club, police report that blood was found on the floor there during a subsequent investigation. (1952)

9 comments :

Christopher said...

..and would you like Fries...to eat ON YOUR WAY TA HELL??

Marshall P. Smith said...

Spectators don't looked stunned to me.

Christopher said...

Tombstone,Ariz!..where theres a Body for Breakfast every morning..

Vanwall said...

Hard life for those who's names end in vowels.

swac said...

Thankfully mine ends in a silent one.

Christopher said...

"dew yew want FRIES with yer KETCHUP!!!heh heh

Tommy O'C said...

A hard life for those who choose that life. Who can say how many men he sent to a similar fate. A "half-assed wiseguy" who died the way he lived.

rootlesscosmo said...

I don't think 221 West 107th is in the Bronx. (Mr. Giannini was off his home turf, it seems.) That address is in El Barrio, the oldest Puerto Rican neighborhood in New York.

rootlesscosmo said...

(Sorry--I meant to type "East." 221 West 107th is over near Amsterdam Avenue.)