Fragments of Noir

Monday, 16 April 2018

Let the poets pipe of love

In their childish ways

I know every type of love

Better far than they

Love for Sale

(Porter)

Billie Holliday

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Brassai

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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