Fragments of Noir

Friday, 6 March 2015

Poetry of the Shadows ..... part five

Murder My Sweet

Narrow Margin

Blood Simple

Mildred Pierce

The Hitch-Hiker

Double Indemnity

Desert Fury

Seventh Victim

Les Diaboliques

Touch of Evil

Thursday, 5 March 2015

This Empty Street

Tonight and every night

Let's go walking down this empty street

Let's walk in the cool evening light

Wrong or right

Downtown Lights
(Buchanan/Gardner)
Blue Nile

image
Fred Lyon
San Francisco

Heat

~~~~~~~

I'm alone. I am not lonely.

~~~~~

Heat
Michael Mann
1995

Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Bodies are Dust

She was as beautiful as only a woman made for dirt can be.
Bodies are Dust
PJ Wolfson
1931

via
David Rachels -
Noirboiled Notes

Mosaic Noir #49

Night of the Hunter

Memento

Double Indemnity

Mulholland Drive

Brighton Rock

Pulp Fiction

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Wandering the World

Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

Graham Greene
The Quiet American
1955

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Monday, 2 March 2015

Showin' Me a Hand

I was the pimp's main prophet i kept everything cool

Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose

And when the heat came down it was left on the ground

The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street

Showin me a hand i knew even the cops couldn't beat

It's Hard to be a Saint in the City

(Springsteen)

Bruce Springsteen

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via Notpulpcovers

Sunday, 1 March 2015

When yours comes for you lad, you won't be thinking she's a straw witch. No, you'll have your mind on but one thing, and she will take your hand in hers and be in such a sweet hurry to take you to a private place. But when you reach to her, her thighs will be as smoke, her breasts no more than the wind passing, and it is only her lips you will find, with a snow taste to them, cold as pebbled snow, and with a quick and clever suck she takes your wind away, and your murderer's soul.

John D MacDonald
The Straw Witch
1964

from
Trap of solid gold blog