Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 21 July 2016

The truth is the city waits for the right moment to knock you up before it runs you over.

Mehnaz Turner

from

The Night Goes on All Night

reblogged via poetrysuperhighway.com

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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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