Is the light truly the source of darkness or vice-versa ?
Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Hans Wolf
Paris 1930s
Sunday, 31 January 2016
Truly the Source
Is the light truly the source of darkness or vice-versa ?
Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Hans Wolf
Paris 1930s
Lights to Go Down
Hopper recorded the isolation of individual spectators waiting for the curtain to go up or the lights to go down.
Phillip French
The Guardian
2004
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Edward Hopper sketch
for ''Hotel Lobby''
Saturday, 30 January 2016
Forget It
After everything i'd put his way. Reading his beer bottle until it was over. Like Gutz said, the snakes crawl out from under the rocks in the end. Look, forget it.
Jonathan Rendall
This Bloody Mary is the last Thing I Own
1997
Friday, 29 January 2016
No God Waits
I am a minor figure, for whom no god waits ........
Derek Raymond
How the Dead Live
1986
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Eve Arnold
Red is the Color
Deep breath the calm before the storm begins
Cold sweat pretend that you ain't listenin
Don't bet on gettin' by with that again
Short ride from here to where the beast resides
Fine line that separates the shadows inside
Make mine a double shot of cyanide
Red is the Color
(Earle)
Steve Earle
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Lost Weekend 1945
Thursday, 28 January 2016
Clung to the Darkness
..... the rich valley rested undisturbed, darkly, luxuriously. Like some benevolent giant resting until the last possible moment for the day's prodigious labors. It clung to the darkness; and the dim lights of the train stood back against the night, satisfied with their own dominion. The long station platform was a brown field of plank, harrowed with age and drought and rain.
Jim Thompson
Heed the Thunder
1946
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Jim Thompson circa 1940s
http://sdcitybeat.com/culture/features/tour-noir-writer-jim-thompson-s-san-diego/
Wednesday, 27 January 2016
Never Alone
Sometimes people who are never alone are the loneliest, don't you think so ?
A.I Bezzerides
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Jack Vettriano
Behind the Wheel
Kiss Me Deadly
The Driver
They Drive by Night
The Getaway
Vanishing Point
Detour
Taxi Driver
Crash
Tuesday, 26 January 2016
Habitual Ghosts
........ men who can't stop desiring her even when they think she's dead. They keep returning like habitual ghosts.
from
Rooms like Reveries -
Imogen Sara Smith
reblogged from
Joan's digest/ a film quarterly
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Laura 1944
Monday, 25 January 2016
Strange Sins
She had eyes like strange sins.
Raymond Chandler
The High Window
1942
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Atimi Rubati
Sunday, 24 January 2016
My God is Dark .........
No matter how deeply i go down into myself, my god is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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Bart Forbes
