Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Monday, 30 December 2013
Valentine Stakeout
Valentines night
The florist on the corner
Has closed for good
Cheating men drive past
You can feel their fear expand
At the darkened window
All that absence of neon
And guilty salvation
Valentine Stakeout
Steve Smart
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Sunday, 29 December 2013
Writer's Code
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at the typewriter and bleed.
Ernest Hemingway
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Saturday, 28 December 2013
They Oughtta Name a Drink After You
Looks like i've had my fill
Guess i better pay my bill
When i started out i only meant to have a few
Someone just said that you left town
I better get a double round
And yes i guess they oughtta name a drink after you
They Oughtta Name a Drink After You
(Prine)
John Prine
1972
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Precious Things
All great and precious things are lonely.
John Steinbeck
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Douglas Kirkland
1961
reblogged from Sunset Gun
Something on the Air
Something was wrong. Something on the air, a scent. The shades were down at the windows and the streetlight leaking in at the sides made a dim light in the room. I stood still and listened. The scent on the air was a perfume, a heavy cloying perfume.
The Big Sleep
Raymond Chandler
1939
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Jane Fonda
reblogged from Tomblog
Friday, 27 December 2013
Another Town
One of these days when i've had enough
Buddy, you ain't gonna see me around
Just as soon as i get my courage up
Gonna take it to another town
I used to walk these streets with my head held high
Now i'm always lookin down at the ground
But i see my feet on the outbound side
Of a road to another town
Another Town
(Earle)
Steve Earle
2000
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Bern Keating
1954
reblogged from Burned shoes
Bad Company
If you are lonely when you are alone then you're in bad company.
Jean Paul Sartre
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Thursday, 26 December 2013
White Jazz
Tell me anything,
Tell me everything,
Revoke our time apart,
Love me fierce in danger
White Jazz
James Ellroy
1992
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Allister Ann
reblogged from Midnightmartinis
Wednesday, 25 December 2013
Won't Go Upstairs
Death is like an old whore in a bar. I'll buy her a drink but i won't go upstairs with her.
To Have and Have Not
Ernest Hemingway
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Bela Tarr
Got Her Number
She's sweet in slumber
And i got her number
Tupelo Honey
(Morrison)
Van Morrison
1971
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Albert Watson
A Rainy Night in Memphis
One rainy evening in September 1948 a mole-colored 1937 Plymouth churns down Main Street in Memphis, heading north toward the cheap rent. Inside are a dark-haired woman with dark circles under her eyes, her shifty-faced handsome blond husband, and in the back seat looking out the window, his eyes hungry like his mothers, their son .................
Rhythm Oil
Stanley Booth
1991
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Raeburn Flerlage
Jackie Wilson at the Trianon, Chicago
1964
Dirty City
I love this dirty city.
J.J Hunsecker
Sweet Smell of Success
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Third Ave 1937
Kertesz
reblogged from Howtoseewithoutacamera
Tuesday, 24 December 2013
Hated Being Close
In the Mood for Love
Hotel Noir
People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were scared of being alone.
Chuck Palahniuk
Taxi Driver
Memento
Touch of Evil
Chinatown
L.A Confidential
Blue Gardenia
Dark Voyage
He was used to the heat, the effects of a full day's sun on the ship's steel plate and come to that, used to these ports, hellholes always .............
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In the rue Raisuli, Arab music from a dozen radios, and two Spanish Guardia, in their Napoleonic leather hats, strolling along in a way which told the world they owned the street.Dark Voyage
Alan Furst
2004
What You Say About People
He was some kind of a man. What does it matter what you say about people.
Marlene Deitrich
Touch of Evil
1958
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reblogged from Endofcinema
Pilgrimage to La Jolla
At least once a month a devotee knocks on the door and begs Ramos for a tour. But this is no museum. The study where Chandler wrote is now a teenage girl's bedroom. There's no plaque in the bedroom where the author tended to his wife Cissy, dying of heart and respiratory ailments. The bathroom where Chandler, two months after Cissy's death, tried to shoot himself is still in use and the bullet holes in the ceiling are no longer visible.
......... He moved often in his last few years. Moving from New York to London and back to La Jolla with frequent stops in clinics to dry out .................
Ramos has tried to introduce his kids to the man's work which lifted a maligned genre into the realm of art. 'They're not that interested' he admitted. 'You can only do so much'.
from
Rubbing Out Chandler's Place ?
Peter Rowe 2004
San Diego Union Tribune
www.shamustown.com/images/RubbingoutChandler'splace.pdf
