Friday, February 27, 2009

Henry Miller - The Air-Conditioned Nightmare

"A Genius in bad temper" - The Observer
"To do anything you need money. I had arrived without a cent, exactly as I left the country years ago. At the Gotham Book Mart I found a little sum of money which Mrs. Steloff had collected for me from her patrons. It was a pleasant surprise, I was touched. Still, it was not enough to live on for any length of time. I would have to find more money. Perhaps I would have to take a job - a most depressing thought." 

Lipton Reads at Someone's Pad

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Joe Harnell & His Orchestra - The Sound of the Asphalt Jungle


A little music to go along with the last noir post, although the Asphalt Jungle theme here has nothing to do with the actual theme from the film. Not sure where it comes from, if anywhere at all. Anyway, enjoy "The mood, the music and the beat of the big town".

The Asphalt Jungle - John Huston - 1950


The first film noir that I ever saw and remains one of my favorites today. John Hustons classic The Asphalt Jungle. Go find a copy, it's excellent. Amazing cast - Marilyn Monroe at the beginning of her career, ultimate tough guy Sterling Hayden, James Whitmore, Sam Jaffe and more make this a great gritty film about "The city under the city"
"Gus...Gus. What time did this punk come in here ?"
"Don't ask me, I don't watch the clock, I own the place."

 
"Handley, William alias Dix Handley
    age:36
born: Kentucky
occupation: none
arrested 1937: illegal possession of firearms, sentenced 1-5, escaped state prison 1939, arrested 1940, released 1941."


A fixation for pretty girls.


"Smart cat. Never does a lick of work, stays out all night, sleeps all day."
"What's a big dirty cat doing in an eatin' joint ? I run over one every time I get a chance."


"My eyelash is comin' off"


MM


"I had the market send over some salt mackerel for you. I know how you love it for breakfast."


"The way I figure, my lucks just gotta turn. One of these days I'll make a real killing and than I'm gonna head for home. First thing I do when I get there, I take a bath in the creek, get the city dirt off me."


"Experience has taught me never to trust a policeman. Just when you think one's alright, he turns legit."


Blowing the safe


"He's got no say, he makes a crooked move, he'll never pitch another forkful of manure."


"Why is it always you ? Whenever Louie gets into trouble, you're around."


"The commissioner's  mad, he's out for blood, and it's not going to be mine."


"Imagine me on this beach here, in my green bathing suit...Yipe!"


"Fink, Fink ! You're gonna wind up in the morgue, you dirty fink !"

 
"I don't want a gun, thank you. I haven't carried a gun since my 20's. You carry a gun, you shoot a policeman. A bad rap, hard to beat."


"That square head, he's a funny little guy."


"You can't go without me, I won't let you. I won't tell you where the car is."


back home on Hickory Wood Farm

Beatnik - Filipino Film - Opening Titles




From a Filipino film called "Beatnik". Found it on Youtube. Wish I knew more about it. Looks interesting.

More Kicks Crazy Beatniks



Friday, February 13, 2009

The Subterraneans - Jack Kerouac


“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

The Subterraneans - 1960 - Ranald MacDougall

1960 was the year when Hollywood would attempt to make a serious film about the beat generation and an adaptation of Jack Kerouac's book "The Subterraneans was it. Set in San Francisco and starring George Peppard as Leo Percepied and Leslie Caron as Mardou Fox. The film didn't go over too well, audiences weren't impressed with the melodrama and Kerouac was pissed as well. In the book, Mardou Fox is a black girl. Hollywood producers, however, not yet prepared to tackle subjects like inter racial love, decided that making her French was enough of a culture shock for the moment. That was pretty much the end, as before, the beats went back to being the subject of exploitation material.

This the story of a new Bohemia...where the young gather to create and to destroy. In all times, in all cities, for good or for evil, the young bohemians have been the makers of the future. They are foolish and they have genius. You will find them on the left bank in Paris, in London's Soho, in Greenwich Village and here in San Francisco, in the area known as the North Beach.
"I haven't made any friends yet, mother. I'm still looking for them. I'm 28 and I'm still looking for someone to talk to. I look in bars, on banana boats, working on railroads, running all over the world, searching for friends, one friend, a woman."


"Medusa !!"


"Come to never never land, a mile or two beyond morning and a turn to the right."


"Don't touch me."
"I'm not touching you."
"You are...you are. You're eyes are touching me."


"We are subterraneans. We live in cellars, in bars, in dark rooms. We live underground, but we are looking for the light."



"where did the spaghetti come from ?"
"It's free ! That's why it's so precious. The poet and painters mission."


"Don't you ever get tired of painting your own face?"
"Why should I. It smiles at me from time to time, the rest of the world only frightens me."


"The only sanity worth having lies on the other side of madness !"


Dancing in the mission


"It's daylight...and that's the worst. All night is magic, even the lights are gay, for a while, at least, things shine in the dark...and then daylight comes...it's hard to fool sunlight, you can't fool it."



"there's only so much time, you know, and it's never enough. It's like trying to eat everything in the world in just a few minutes."


"He's a writer. Maybe you don't know what writers are. They watch themselves live with a cold, deadly, analytical eye. Now I'm in pain, the writer says, now I love. What are my reactions ? How will I write them down ? when he finishes the book, he finishes the love affair...I hate writers."


"And now we'll have a reading of his latest poem by Tyler Doone."


"Hydrogen...is a gas!
I went down to the city, it glowed in the dark."



"Hey! That's my book. Don't you dare throw that book at me! I put all the truth into that that I knew, it's only this that keeps me from being an ant, a fly, a nothing...it doesn't sell, but it's mine."



The Gerry Mulligan Quintet