Friday 28 February 2014

All it's Hatred Spent

             Then the wooden benches along the walls, where so many outcasts had slept, would be lit by a sort of slow, clocked lightning till the bulb steadied and fastened it's tiny feral fury upon the center of the room like a single sullen and manic eye. To burn on there with a steady hate. Till morning wearied and dimmed it away to nothing more than some sort of little old lost gray child of a district-station moon, all it's hatred spent.

The Man with the Golden Arm
Nelson Algren

We are Not Sure

                                        When we are not sure we are alive.

Graham Greene

David Seymour
Magnum Photos

Tuesday 25 February 2014

Hardboiled Bogart

Dark Passage
                                 A hot-dog at the ball game beats roast beef at the Ritz.

Humphrey Bogart

In a Lonely Place

with John Huston

This Side of the Grave - Woolrich

         This was it now. The lowest depth of all , this side of the grave. There was nothing beyond this, nothing further. Nothing came after it - Only death, the river. These were not human beings any more. These were shadows.

Black Angel
Cornell Woolrich

Ballantine books

Monday 24 February 2014

It is All That I have

         I ....... cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness - it is all that i have - and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.

Franz Kafka

Western Motel
Edward Hopper

John Garfield

Force of Evil
Body and Soul
Postman Always Rings Twice
He Ran All the Way
Fallen Sparrow

Sunday 23 February 2014

Saturday 22 February 2014

Where the Dead Men Go

Friends of Eddie Coyle 

Godfather II
Deuxiemme Souffle

Before the Devil Knows You're Dead

Armee Des Ombres

Strangers on a Train

Plein Soleil

Small Back Room

Best Fall Guy

                   A dead man is always the best fall guy in the world. He never talks back.

Raymond Chandler
The Long Goodbye


Friday 21 February 2014

Desolation Row

                              When you asked how i was doing
                              Was that some kind of joke ?
                              All these people that you mention
                              Yes i know them, they're quite lame
                              I had to rearrange their faces
                              And give them all another name
                              Right now i can't read too good
                              Don't send me no more letters, no
                              Not unless you mail them
                              From Desolation Row    

Desolation Row
Bob Dylan

Detour 1945

Night Squad

              They gave him back his badge - and sent him back into the brutal throbbing heart of the slums.

Night Squad
David Goodis

Gold Medal Books

Thursday 20 February 2014

What's Been Done to You

                      Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.

Jean Paul Sartre

Donata Wenders
reblogged from Leclownlyrique