Monday 31 August 2020

Saturday 29 August 2020

A Clear Track

        The lights of the city streaked off below him like the luminous spokes of a warped wheel. An indistinctly outlined pearly moon seemed to drip down the sky like a clot of incandescent tapioca thrown up against the night by a cosmic comic. He lit the after-the-dance, while-waiting-for-her-to-come-back cigarette. He felt good, looking down at the town that had nearly had him licked once. "I'm all set now" he thought "I'm young. I've got love. I've got a clear track. The rest is a cinch".

excerpt from
The Bride Wore Black
Cornell Woolrich

Don't Misspell Her Name

Well i've lost my equilibrium, and my car keys and my pride
The tattoo parlor's warm so i hustle there inside
And the grinding of the buzzsaw "what you want that thing to say?"
"just don't misspell her name buddy, she's the one that got away"

The One That Got Away
Tom Waits

Wolfgang Suschitzky


Friday 28 August 2020

Mosaic Noir #135

True Confessions

 Shock Corridor


The Big Combo

The Killer Inside Me

 Sunset Boulevard

 Taxi Driver

 Lost Weekend



More Saul Leiter

I never thought of the urban environment as isolating. I leave these speculations to others.

- Saul Leiter