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

The Art of the Panel: Marvel #20

from The Man for the Job!
(by Jack Kirby, Stan Lee, Dick Ayers, Stan Goldberg and Artie Simek)
(Strange Tales #135; August, 1965)


Tempest said...

No one had a better tailor for civilian or work garb if they were part of the Marvel Universe.

No one.

But this panel! Brown shoes with a sky blue business suit.
Now that's dangerous. Might work on The Satorialist.

Fred said...

Isn't that Brooke Shields, Agent of Fury?

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

Pandemonium was breaking out all around me! Wait a minute! Who are you?! I was here first! You impostor! Take that! (double punch) Oof!