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 #75


Original Caption:

Washington -- Griselio Torresola, the would-be assassin of President Truman, lies dead on a slab in a local police morgue, shot to death by White House Guards. His accomplice, Oscar Collazo, was seriously wounded. Collazo told police that he and Torresola had cooked up their plot two weeks ago when they decided that drastic action was necessary if Puerto Rico was to gain its independence. Both men were members of the Puerto Rican Nationalist party. (1950)

1 comment :

Christopher said...

Dead Man's Eyes.....creepy..hes looking right at me....but he ain't seein'