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: Fawcett #4

from Hopalong Cassidy and the Haven of Horror!
(Artists Unknown)
(Six-Gun Heroes #3; July, 1950)


rookgaroo said...

Notice how he steps into the swing, never taking his eyes off the target. And the textbook follow-through ensures a crisp result.
"OOF!" hardly sums it up. Well played, cowpuncher, well played.

Fred said...

Rookgaroo, he must have read Ted Williams' book on hitting.

Christopher said...

lol..uh oh!..I think that fella's HAID mighta come clean off!

rookgaroo said...

The mechanics of Ted Williams combined with the temperament of Ty Cobb. A dangerous combination.

erik hogstrom said...