Fragments of Noir

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

So he starts to roam the streets at night

And he learns how to steal

And he learns how to fight

In the Ghetto

(Davis)

Elvis Presley

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Gordon Parks
Harlem

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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