Thursday, 26 June 2014

One Way or the Other

I Let Go

         And then something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Chuck Palahnuik

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Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Named Me as the Fool

                                  Almost blue
                                  Flirting with this disaster became me
                                  It named me as the fool who only aimed to be

Almost Blue  
Chet Baker   

Criss Cross
Robert Siodmak

The Outfit

The Outfit
John Flynn

Monday, 23 June 2014

Any Street Corner

             At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

Albert Camus

Rear Window

Playing with Shadows

          Sundown in the desert beat out any other geography hands down. On the water the sunset would linger, bouncing on the waves, but in the desert there was nothing for the light to hold onto, nothing to trap it, bribe it to stay any longer than absolutely necessary. It ran, fled after the day like a scared rabbit. It was my favorite time of day. I loved it out here, for however long it lasted. I thrived in the liminal time. The grey area between light and dark. Playing with shadows was how i made my living.

Jaq Greenspon
Las Vegas Noir
Akashic Books 2008

Las Vegas 1942
Peter Stackpole
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Saturday, 21 June 2014

Blue Valentines

                            She sends me valentines all the way from Philadelphia
                            To mark the anniversary of someone that i used to be  

Blue Valentines
Tom Waits

Eleanor Parker
Life magazine
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Lay on the Fog

            We drove away from Las 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


Thursday, 19 June 2014

Past Paints the Present

       Best not to mix the past with the present. The present paints the past with gold. The past paints the present with lead.

Henry Rollins

Jack Delano
Union station Chicago

Pope of Greenwich Village

Pope of Greenwich Village
Stuart Rosenberg