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

Pulp Visions of the New Empire #1

General Mark Clark's Manhunt for Europe's G.I. Vice Lord
(Mort Künstler; 1962)


Andy 7 said...

When freeing wartime prisoners it's best to rock your Cyd Charisse outift. Very funny.
BTW, happy 7th anniversary, Tom.

Ogden Frost said...

Looks like a scene from Marwencol:

noir whaler said...

the colors here are incredible.

Bill said...

Oh great. This breakout turns out to be a total sausage-fest.

Mr DeBakey said...

I must say that General Clark looks smashing in that red skirt