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Saturday, 31 May 2014

Armin Landeck




The Way It Was


                 That's the way it was with Bummy Davis. The night Bummy fought Fritzie Zivic in the Garden and Fritzie started giving him the business and Bummy hit Zivic low maybe thirty times and kicked the referee, they wanted to hang him for it.

from
The Brownsville Bum
W.C Heinz

reblogged from
Bronxbanter

Friday, 30 May 2014

Last Words


                   Mother is the best bet and don't let Satan draw you too fast.

Dutch Schultz

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Cherry Nose Gioe
Chicago 1954
reblogged from Ifcharlieparkerwasagunslinger

David Amblard 3




Thursday, 29 May 2014

Thieves Highway








Thieves Highway
Jules Dassin
1949

Point of No Return


                                         I'll be around
                                         No matter how
                                         You treat me now
                                         I'll be around
                                         From now on
I'll Be Around
(Wilder)
Frank Sinatra
1955    

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

My Dark Pages


            Dead people belong to the live people who claim them most obsessively.

James Ellroy
My Dark Places
1996

They Told Me


                           And then they told me i could be somebody
                           If i didn't let too much get in my way
                           And i tried so hard just to be myself
                           But i keep on fading away
                           Until the lights went out, i didn't know what to do
                           If i could fool myself then maybe i'd fool you too
Pay It Back
(Costello)
Elvis Costello
1977
                                     
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New York 1949
Stanley Kubrick
reblogged via Noirbynight

Monday, 26 May 2014

I Stood Outside


                   It was a warm day, almost the end of March, and i stood outside the barber shop looking up at the jutting neon sign of a second floor dine and dice emporium called Florian's. A man was looking up at the sign too. He was looking up at the dusty windows with a sort of ecstatic fixity of expression, like a hunky immigrant catching his first sight of the Statue of Liberty. He was a big man but not more than six foot five inches tall and not wider than a beer truck.

Raymond Chandler
Farewell My Lovely
1940

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Stephanie Schneider
reblogged from Amyvdh

Hell is Empty - part three






Sunday, 25 May 2014

Killer Inside Me






Killer Inside Me
Michael Winterbottom
2010

FX Toole


       It's not something he can do anything about, being a bleeder, anymore than a guy with a glass jaw can do something about not having whiskers.

F.X Toole

image
Raging Bull
1980

Thursday, 22 May 2014

Fragments in Kodachrome





Sound of the Light


                                  Again the unbroken rumble of trucks and the hiss
                                  of brakes roll upward out of the avenue
                                  I forget what season they are exploding through
                                  What year the drill on the sidewalk is smashing
from
The Sound of the Light
W.S Merwin
1988

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Morris Engel