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 #79

Original Caption:

Slain on the East Side.

New York -- A policeman looks at the body of Louis Riggiona, found dead in the gutter of Mulberry St., New York's East Side, with two bullets in his heart early August 26th. On the sidewalk may be seen the two revolvers used by the men who shot down Louis as he walked away from his clam bar, just off the Bowery, with a brother, Joe. Joe, who was held for questioning, fled when the shots were fired and escaped a hail of bullets. There were once six Riggiona brothers, as tough as any men on the Bowery. In 1933 Mike was shot down; in 1937 Jim met a similar fate; Patsy is reported in jail in Connecticut and Tom is serving a 20 year stretch in Sing Sing. (1939)


Vanwall said...

Gotta watch the clams in that town.

twister said...

I think the mob wanted him to clam up...for good.

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

The other day, I met a girl named Joy.
She said, "Come here, I’m going to make you feel all clammy inside."

Tommy O'C said...

Funny. I don't know where that spot is exactly but I must walk past it several times a month. Makes you wonder, the steps we're retracing. The lives lived on the spaces we now occupy. Man, da boys wanted those Riggionas out of business, didn't they?

swac said...

And to think that they shot him on Mulberry St.