The greatest Carny Noir ever made. Adapted from William Lindsay Gresham's equally superb novel.
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Monday, 29 April 2013
Two privates appeared from nowhere, pale in their uniforms like young ghosts, trapped by reality. I got out and followed them across Main and into a magazine shop near the corner. The unlit neon sign of Tom's cafe was almost directly across the street. Beer on Tap, Steam Beer, Try our Spaghetti Special. The soldiers were inspecting a rack of comic books with the air of connoisseurs. They selected half a dozen each, paid for them and left. 'Milk Sops' the clerk said. He was a grey-headed man with smeared spectacles. 'They draft them in didees these days. Cradle to grave in one jump'.
The Ivory Grin
Sunday, 28 April 2013
If the feeling hits you, you go ahead and do it, and if there's a price for doing what you did, then you run from it with the swiftness of wings and hope it doesn't catch up with you. And if it does catch up with you, someday, as it usually does, then you lie your ass off and swear it wasn't you.
Nine Kinds of Pain
New Pulp Press
Friends of Eddie Coyle
Friday, 26 April 2013
I get lost in the nights
I get lost in all the stories
They envelop me until i can't see or think
All the hot nights
The glittering eyes that don't sleep
The stories, the memories, the dreams...........
I'm standing around in this empty night
I'm waiting to get taken away
All the madness, all the rooftops
All the heat there ever was in a summer night
Roaring through my veins right now
See a Grown Man Cry, Now Watch Him Die