Monday, 23 October 2017

Just the Same

           The thirst for knowledge is like a piece of ass you know you shouldn't chase. In the end you chase it just the same.

George Pelecanos
Down By the River

Jack Delano

Friday, 20 October 2017

Close to Our Fingertips

            The wind smelled of humus, lichen, the musky odor of pecan husks broken under the shoe, a sunshower on the fields across the bayou. But any poetry that might have been contained in that moment was lost when i stared into Honoria's face, convinced that human insanity was as close to our fingertips as the act of rubbing fog off a window pane.

James Lee Burke
Crusader's Cross

Richard Prince

Thursday, 19 October 2017

Wednesday, 18 October 2017

Walk After Dark

For the present stalks abroad
Like the past and it's wronged again
Whimper and are ignored
And the truth cannot be hid
Somebody chose their pain
What needn't have happened did
excerpt from
A Walk after Dark
WH Auden  1948

Marcel Bovis

Monday, 16 October 2017

Act of Defiance

           I saw it first in a tiny smoke-filled cinema on a rainy day on the left bank in Paris. It told a story of  existential loss and betrayal. It was weary and knowing, and it's glorious style was an act of defiance against the corrupt world it pictured.

Rogert Ebert

Neil Davies

Sunday, 15 October 2017

Don't Let Yourself

Red Wind

             There was only one other customer, a souse on a bar stool with his back to the door. He had a pile of dimes stacked neatly in front of him, about two dollars worth. He was drinking straight rye in small glasses and he was all by himself in a world of his own.

Red Wind
Raymond Chandler

Danny Glover as Marlowe
Red Wind  - HBO/showtime
Fallen angels 1995

Saturday, 14 October 2017

Mind Could Kill

       Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.

Graham Greene

Toni Schneiders

Thursday, 12 October 2017

Lost Life

An Empty Flask

       Nobody lives forever, nobody stays young long enough. My past seemed like so much excess baggage, my future a series of long goodbyes, my present an empty flask, the last good drink already bitter on my tongue.

James Crumley
Last Good Kiss

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

On My Way

May i never go to hell ............ but always be on my way.

Sunday, 8 October 2017

Dark My Light

Dark dark my light and darker my desire
My soul like some heat-maddened summer fly
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which i is i ?
A fallen man, i climb out of my fear
excerpt from
In a Dark Time
Theodore Roethke

Sabine Weiss

Saturday, 7 October 2017