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 #81

Original Caption:

Cleveland -- Bay Village patrolman Fred Drenkhan stops for a drink of water during a recess in the trial of Dr. Samuel Sheppard, accused wife-killer. On the witness stand for the second day, Drenkhan, who was the first police officer on the scene of the July 4th slaying, testified there was no evidence of entrance into the murder bedroom from any of three windows in the room. Defense questioning earlier in the week explored the possibility that an intruder could have gained access to the bedroom by climbing a tree outside the bedroom window. (1954)


twister said...

Maybe he did it, maybe he didn't. Just because he proclaimed his innocence to his dying breath doesn't mean he didn't. I'm cynical that way, sorry. His contemporary, springing to mind, is of course, O.J. Simpson and no one believes that he's innocent, do they?

billybudd128 said...

It was a one-armed man that did it.

Vladimir Estragon said...

Marcel Duchamp completes his masterpiece,