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 #76

Original Caption:

San Francisco -- Rebecca Moscone, 18, is consoled by friends at the Moscone home here, after learning that her father, San Francisco Mayor George Moscone, and Supervisor Harvey Milk had been shot and killed at City Hall (1978)


Fred said...

The crime that pretty much launched Diane Feinstein's political career.

Kyle said...

Last night I finally saw Milk. Weird.

erik hogstrom said...

great stuff!

Gerard Saylor said...

One of those crimes where one famous victim's death, Milk, overshadows all the other victims.

Understandable of course, but something that I think about.