"Mostly i just kill time" he said, "and it dies hard".
Raymond Chandler
Farewell My Lovely
1940
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Hopperesque
Friday, 18 August 2017
Every Sinner ............ 9
Hell Drivers
LA Confidential
Killers Kiss
Get Carter
The Killers
Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia
Odd Man Out
Thursday, 17 August 2017
Tuesday, 15 August 2017
Monday, 14 August 2017
Lest We Should See
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day
The lights must never go out
The music must always play
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home ;
Lest we should see where we are
Lost in a haunted wood
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good
WH Auden
from "September 1st 1939"
1940
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Vivian Maier
Sunday, 13 August 2017
Defeated by Greater
The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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Othello
Orson Welles 1951
Saturday, 12 August 2017
......Or Any Night
The night is tonight, tomorrow night ....... or any night.
Night and the City
Jules Dassin
1950
Friday, 11 August 2017
No Worse Than Others
People were being beaten, robbed, strangled, raped and murdered. People were hungry, sick, bored, desperate with loneliness or remorse or fear, angry, cruel, feverish, shaken by sobs. A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness.
Raymond Chandler
The Long Goodbye
1953
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Herbert Gehr
1945
Thursday, 10 August 2017
Understood Backwards
Life can only be understood backwards ; but it must be lived forwards.
Soren Kierkegaard
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Miles Hyman
Wednesday, 9 August 2017
Really Gets Bad
I do pretty well till after sundown
Suppertime i'm feelin sad
But it really gets bad
Round midnight
Round Midnight(Monk)
Ella Fitzgerald
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Gaston Paris 1935
Tuesday, 8 August 2017
Every Sinner ............. 8
Killer Inside Me
Odd Man Out
Friends of Eddie Coyle
Deuxieme Souffle
Reservoir Dogs
The Thief
Body Heat
Asphalt Jungle
Vertigo
Monday, 7 August 2017
Sunday, 6 August 2017
No One's Immune
But no one's immune to thinking. Try drawing a blank for any length of time, emptying your head of everything and still you land on a colour, a shape, a personality, a grievance.
Elliott Chaze
Black Wings Has My Angel
1953
Saturday, 5 August 2017
Friday, 4 August 2017
As the Fire Crawls
Edward Anderson is a wooden match struck in a hay strewn boxcar. Sputtering flame lights the faces of the men rocking against the walls, putting colour in their eyes, reflecting the road dust in their hair, drawing out their voices - their stories. As the fire crawls down the square stem of the match, close to the fingers that hold it, warming the tips, lighting the palm, we feel something real, and we also know that the dying wooden match is still capable of burning the place down.
Jonathan Eeds
introduction to Feels Like Rain
2013
also read ......http://woodyhaut.blogspot.co.uk/2017/07/depression-blues-edward-anderson.html
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