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

The Art of the Panel: EC #14

from By the Dawn's Early Light
(by Al Feldstein and Jack Davis)
(Tales from the Crypt #42; Jun-Jul, 1954)


Marshall P. Smith said...

The right coffin is so hard to find.

Christopher said...

there must be a dracula connection to this...or its a "used" coffin..

erik hogstrom said...

He must be one of those obsessives who feels the need to clean all the time.

F.G. Marshall-Stacks said...

Jack Davis always drew great shoes/feet, and I often notice other illustrators do
'Jack Davis shoes' and know they grew up on MAD. bless you William Gaines.