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 #121

Original Caption:

Newark -- Assuming a typical "movie hard boiled" pose, after he was apprehended following a hold up, is Robert (Baby Face) Naschik, 16, who admits to 30 robberies and burglaries. The youthful desperado caught from descriptions given to police by patrons of a bar and grill which he had victimized, says that he escaped from a New Jersey State Reformatory on July 5th. (1943)


marietta said...

I am sorry for this boy and his future,his faces say all,want to hold him and help him,its a boy without love.

marietta said...

To Robert.

The sound of your pistol is so poorly and cold.Have you heard wenn mockinbird sings in the early morning in hightster coloratur ?wenn bitten plays the bassguitarre,the frogs hit the snare,the funny peekaboo the pauke.wenn jimmy smith play the organ ?,full in blast,?and the tender sound by the two gay grasshoppers? have you?so put away the little plasticpistol.