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 #54


Original Caption:

New York -- Policemen at the scene of the murder of Johnny La Polla, Bronx policy operator, who stopped three bullets while walking on East 102nd street, at 3 A.M.. His enemies, police suggested, are legion. He had been arrested eleven times, and sought by police for a shooting. (1937)

2 comments :

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

Now see, that's my kinda big-city caption writing but they don't write 'em like that anymore -- and that's one of the businesses many mistakes, sonny.

Tommy O'C said...

Well said and so true. I've spent hours poring over microfilms of newspapers from yesteryear and I couldn't agree more. The average big city newspaper of yesteryear has it all over today's news.