Fragments of Noir

Friday, 30 August 2019

We fool ourselves

into thinking we're strong

Then complain

the rest of our lives

crippled by the consequences

Barry Gifford

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Edward Hopper -
Nighthawks Sketch

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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