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 #64
No Sleep Till Brooklyn #4


Original Caption:

Brooklyn -- The body of reputed Mafia boss Carmine Galante, covered with a tablecloth, lies on the ground of a Brooklyn restaurant as a homicide detective looks over Galante's last meal. The underworld kingpin and an associate were shot here July 12 as they ate lunch, killed by four unidentified gunmen with automatic weapons. (1979)

3 comments :

Jon said...

At least one New York paper ran a more ghoulish photo of Galante's body uncovered. There was a detective leaning over the body, my Uncle, Freddy. One of my family's small claims to fame.

jim smith said...

The pic I remember shows old Carmine uncovered with his cigar still clenched in his teeth. The story at the time was that a big party began when the call from Brooklyn came in at Ponte's over here in Manhattan on Desbrosses Street. It was the beginning of Paulie Castellano's undisputed reign. Undisputed, that is, until that night in December 1985 when Paulie arrived at Sparks Steakhouse for dinner.

Fred said...

I remember the cigar picture as well. I'm pretty sure Rupert ran it on the cover of the Post. Considering one of Galante's nicknames was "Cigar" (the other was "Lilo"), it seems kind of appropriate.