Wednesday, 31 December 2014
Tuesday, 30 December 2014
If I'm Gonna
'' I don't want to die ''
'' Neither do i baby, but if i do i'm gonna die last ''
Out of the Past
1947
Noirbynight
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Monday, 29 December 2014
A Promise Whispered ........
Death was a rodent which ate it's way, inch by inch, through your entrails, chewed at your liver and stomach, severed tendon from organ, until finally, when you were alone in the dark, it sat gorged and sleek next to your head, it's eyes resting, it's wet muzzle like a kiss, a promise whispered in your ear.
The Neon Rain
James Lee Burke
1987
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Gordon Parks
Chicago 1957
Sunday, 28 December 2014
Noir is a Feeling
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T Men
Criss Cross
Rififi
Dial M for Murder
Les Diaboliques
Key Largo
Phenix City Story
Desperate Hours
Death of a Cyclist
Crossfire
Dead Reckoning
Treasure of the Sierra Madre
Saturday, 27 December 2014
But Not for Us
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ........... but not for us.
Franz Kafka
Robert Macguire
Friday, 26 December 2014
Thursday, 25 December 2014
Midnight Sun
Was there such a night, it's a thrill i still don't quite believe
And yet when you were gone
There was still some stardust on my sleeve
And yet when you were gone
There was still some stardust on my sleeve
Midnight Sun
(Burke/Garner)
Nancy Wilson
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Fred Lyon
San Francisco
Wednesday, 24 December 2014
It Was Habit
A hick town. He didn't like hick towns. He uncramped his legs, slid out into the aisle soon enough to seem to be one of the surge without being of it. Only someone who was aware, as he was, would know he was alone, separate. The hayseeds that he'd traveled with out of kansas city across the plains into mountain land didn't know. The yokels sagging on the concrete loading slab in back of ths dump station didn't know. It was habit that shoved his right hand into his coat pocket as he stepped off the bus. Not nervousness. He had no nerves ; caution yes,but no nerves.
Dorothy B. Hughes
Ride the Pink Horse
1946
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Patrick Joust
Tuesday, 23 December 2014
A Smell of Kelp .......
We drove away from Los Olindas through a series of little dank beach towns with shack-like houses built down on the sand close to the rumble of the surf and larger houses built back on the slopes behind. A yellow window shone here and there but most of the houses were dark, A smell of kelp came in off the water and lay on the fog. The tires sang on the moist concrete of the boulevard. The world was a wet emptiness.
Raymond Chandler
The Big Sleep
1939
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Anna Marias
Monday, 22 December 2014
Neither Life Nor Nature
Patricia Highsmith
