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

P is for Pulp #52

Complete Sports (July, 1950)


justjack said...

Dewd, I would so totally subscribe to this magazine. I bet even the golf stories involve spilled blood. Hack the bone! Hack the bone!!

Funny how stories from that era, like for instance the John R. Tunis books, always involved the Brooklyn Dodgers and therefore by extension, their NL rivals the St. Louis Cardinals or the NY Giants. Dem Bums sure did loom large in the national consciousness, huh.

justjack said...

Hey check it out: the sliding baserunner learned his technique/body positioning from Edy Williams.

Christopher said...

run down to the stand and see if theres a new edition of BLOODY SPORTS STORIES!