Fragments of Noir

Sunday, 5 April 2015

Pieces of that letter

Were tossed about that room

And now i hear the sound of sirens

Come knifing through the gloom

Pieces of a Man

(Scott-Heron)

Gil Scott Heron

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fragments of noir: 'It was one of those hot dry Santa Annas that come down thru the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ............ Red Wind- Raymond Chandler

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