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 #61

Original Caption:

Los Angeles -- Mobster Mickey Cohen looks a bit bored as he waits to explain his plush income to the Senate crime committee, headed by Senator Estes Kefauver, as they began their investigation of local crime patterns in Los Angeles. Cohen is fingered as top witness of the 22 persons subpoenaed for appearance. (1950)


Robert Fiore said...

Thinks, "If only there were a writer who would make me a recurring character in his staccato crime novels of violence and corruption in Los Angeles, I'd be famous."

Christopher said...

go back ta Shmoe Island!

Timmy said...

I delivered the L.A. Times to Mickey in the early 1970's. Then he died. I said hi to him once. I don't hold a grudge.

Gerard Saylor said...

That's right, Fiore. I thought first of Ellroy.

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

A funny thing, lieutenant. The last time I pulled my pants up this high, three snitches died.

Marshall P. Smith said...

He doesn't look bored, he looks pissed off...kind of like "I'm going to get ya!" or "Your gonna be sorry!"