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Mullen's Alley, Cherry Hill

World Book Day, 23 April 2024

Gun Crazy, 1950

You're a two-bit guy...No guts, nothing. I want action.

(Annie Laurie Starr)

You know, that might be the answer — to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That’s a trick that never seems to fail. (Colonel Korn)

Joseph Heller, Catch-22, 1961

My bloke's a Peaky, none the worse for that

He's got bell bottom trousers

and a Peaker Blinder's hat

Rings on his fingers and

round his neck a daff

So all you nosey parkers can take it out of that!

Cecilia Costello, My Bloke's a Peaky (Old Fashioned Songs)

Paolo Monti, 1981

Obituary, 1984-2024, 40th ANNIVERSARY

Slowly We Rot

GRINDHOUSE CLASSIC: The Undertaker and His Pals, 1966

Scalpel should always be sharp. (Doc)

We disappeared into tunnels, sucking sweets [...]

How long ago and far away we look,

sitting together there without moving

in the dark train

that is travelling beside our own.

From: Hugo Williams, Ghost Train, 2009

Marek Hłasko, 1934-1969, 90th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

As I said, madness is the only thing that can be trusted.

Beautiful Twentysomethings, 1966. Translated by Ross Ufberg, 2013

Dead Can Dance, 1984-2024, DEBUT ALBUM 40th ANNIVERSARY

Kampfar, 1994-2024, 30th ANNIVERSARY

Pandora's Box (film), 1929-2024, 95th ANNIVERSARY

Is there anything in the world more dismal than a daughter of joy? [...] It's all right with me! Nothing's wrong with me any more. (Puts the bottle to her lips.) That warms one! O accursed! (Lulu)

Frank Wedekind, Pandora's Box, Act 3, 1902-1904. Translated by Samuel A. Eliot Jr. (1918)

Max Beckmann (1884-1950)

Contempt, 1963-2023, 60th ANNIVERSARY

You may want to look like Dean Martin, but it's more like Martin's Ass. (Camille Javal)

Brigitte Bardot and Michel Piccoli, Florence, 1963

Moka Express, invented by Luigi De Ponti and Alfonso Bialetti, 1933-2023, 90th ANNIVERSARY

A whole quarter century of my life has vanished crash bang wallop. So the few wee memories in this hollow Bell tinkle clink clank clatter rattle clang gong ring dong ding sound resound resonate detonate vibrate reverberate echo re-echo around this poor empty skull in words words words words wordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswords that try to make much of little but cannot. (Bella Baxter)

Alasdair Gray, Poor Things, 1992

The Exorcist, 1973-2023, 50th ANNIVERSARY

What an excellent day for an exorcism.

(Regan/Pazuzu)

Lady Snowblood, 1973-2023, 50th ANNIVERSARY

People say you can’t wash away the mud of this world with pure white snow. You need asura snow, stained fiery red.

Adrien Tournachon (1825-1903), Guillaume Duchenne de Boulogne and his patients...

Demetrio Paernio, Grave of G. B. Lavarello (1914). Monumental Cemetery of Staglieno, Genoa

Taake, 1993-2023, 30th ANNIVERSARY

Lag din egen maske

(Fra Vadested til Vaandesmed)

The Death Kiss, 1933

Walery (1863-1929), 160th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

Kill Bill: Volume 1, 2003-2023, 20th ANNIVERSARY

But I am gonna ask you questions. And every time you don't give me answers, I'm gonna cut something off. And I promise you, they will be things you will miss. (Beatrix Kiddo)

Tomas Castelazo, construction workers in Mexico, 2018

In faded chairs, the pale old courtesans,

Eyebrows painted, eye of fatal calm,

Smirking, and letting drop from skinny ears

Those jingling sounds of metal and of stone;

Around green cloth, the faces without lips,

Lips without colour over toothless jaws,

And fingers twisted by infernal fires,

Digging in pockets, or in panting breast;

Under the filthy ceilings, chandeliers

And lamps of oil doling out their glow

Over the brilliant poets’ gloomy brows,

Who come to squander here their bloody sweat

This is the black tableau that in my dream

I see unroll before my prescient eye.

There in an idle corner of that den

I see myself-cold, mute, and envying,

Envious of these men’s tenacious lust,

The morbid gaiety of these old whores,

Trafficking gallantly before my face

In honour and in beauty, as of old!

My heart takes fright to envy this poor lot

Who rush so fervently to the abyss,

And who, drunk on their blood, prefer, in sum,

Suffering to death, and Hell to nothingness!

Charles Baudelaire, Gaming (The Flowers of Evil, second edition, 1861). Translated by James McGowan, 1993

GRINDHOUSE CLASSIC: Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, 1965

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to violence, the word and the act.

Then, suddenly, some night he would creep out of the house, go down to dreadful places near Blue Gate Fields, and stay there, day after day, until he was driven away. On his return he would sit in front of the picture, sometimes loathing it and himself, but filled, at other times, with that pride of individualism that is half the fascination of sin, and smiling with secret pleasure at the misshapen shadow that had to bear the burden that should have been his own.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890

Claude Raguet Hirst, A Gentleman's Table, c. 1897-1902

As I have said again and again, the fact not being understood was the very reason for my existence. (Mizoguchi)

(Yukio Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion, 1956. Translated by Ivan Morris, 1959)

The Birds, 1963-2023, 60th ANNIVERSARY

Robert De Niro, 80th BIRTHDAY, 17 August 2023

Never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.

(James Conway, Goodfellas, 1990)

Jane Birkin, 1946-2023

Safety Last! 1923-2023, 100th ANNIVERSARY

"Safety Last!" The iconic shot of Lloyd hanging from the clock

Lewis Hine

Paintings on palettes by Joseph Decker, unknown date

"Boy at the Dentist" by Joseph Decker, unknown date

Alexander Bassano, 1829-1913

Morbid Angel, 1983-2023, 40th ANNIVERSARY

Blessed Are the Sick

Vader, 1983-2023, 40th ANNIVERSARY

Teodor Axentowicz, Night. Before a Mirror, c. 1910

Slava Ostap, tape art

Edward G. Malindine, A lion tamer at Bertram Mills Touring Circus, Ascot, 1936

Milan Kundera, 1929-2023

It is the second tear that makes kitsch kitsch.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being, 1984. Translated by Michael Henry Heim.

Antonius Eisenhoit, Haeresis Dea, 1589

(Thy Mighty Contract, 1993-2023, 30th ANNIVERSARY)

Brooklyn Bridge in the 1910s, Detroit Publishing Company

A girl in mayonnaise! What won't the poor think of next! I'll have to give it a try. (Scurvy)

(Witkacy, The Shoemakers. Translated and edited by Daniel C. Gerould and C. S. Durer, 1973)

Nagahara Kōtarō, Skin of a Man, 1916

Giuseppe Pellizza da Volpedo, The Sun, 1904

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (21 June 2023)

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe...

(Natural Born Killers, 1994)

The Vampire Bat, 1933

Dr. Otto von Niemann: Uh, could I have some more, please?

Ruth Bertin: You drink entirely too much coffee.

Dr. Otto von Niemann: Mm, it's my one weakness.

GRINDHOUSE CLASSIC: The Sadist, 1963

Judy, bring me a soda!

(Charlie A. Tibbs)

Caril Ann Fugate. 4 February 1958, Lincoln Evening Journal. "The Sadist" is loosely based on the killing spree of Charles Starkweather and Caril Ann Fugate.

Dimmu Borgir, 1993-2023, 30th ANNIVERSARY

Inn i evighetens mørke

Bogdan Szyber and Carina Reich, Beautiful Sadness, Uggleviksreservoaren, Stockholm, 1989

1983-2023, 40th ANNIVERSARY

Testament-logo

Waiting for Godot, Théâtre de Babylone, Paris, 1953-2023, 70th PREMIERE ANNIVERSARY

ESTRAGON: What about hanging ourselves?

VLADIMIR: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

ESTRAGON: (highly excited). An erection!

VLADIMIR: With all that follows. Where it falls mandrakes grow. That's why they shriek when you pull them up. Did you not know that?

ESTRAGON: Let's hang ourselves immediately!

The burgher’s hat flies away in a trice.

In all quarters resounds hullabaloo.

Roof tilers plummet down and break in two.

Along the coasts — one reads — the floodings rise.

The storm is here, wuthering seas are hopping

Ashore to crush dams as if they were midges.

Most people have a cold that is not stopping.

The railway waggons tumble down from bridges.

Jakob van Hoddis, World's End, 1911. Translated by Natias Neutert, 1980

I once had a sweet little doll, dears,

The prettiest doll in the world;

Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,

And her hair was so charmingly curled.

But I lost my poor little doll [...]

Charles Kingsley

From: My Little Doll (The Water-Babies), 1862

Sheridan Le Fanu (1814-1873), 150th DEATH ANNIVERSARY

No sacrifice without blood.

Carmilla, 1871–1872

Illustration from "The Dark Blue" by D. H. Friston, 1872

Jack Hill, 90th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY (2023)

Sit round the fire with this cup of brew

A fiend and a werewolf on each side of you

This cannibal orgy is strange to behold

And the maddest story ever told.

Spider Baby, 1967

This is the end of your rotten life, you motherfuckin' dope pusher!

Coffy, 1973

Prosper Mérimée (1803-1870), 220th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

She was wearing a very short skirt, below which her white silk stockings-with more than one hole in them-and her dainty red morocco shoes, fastened with flame-coloured ribbons, were clearly seen. She had thrown her mantilla back, to show her shoulders, and a great bunch of acacia that was thrust into her chemise. She had another acacia blossom in the corner of her mouth, and she walked along, swaying her hips, like a filly from the Cordova stud farm. In my country anybody who had seen a woman dressed in that fashion would have crossed himself.

Carmen, 1845, translated by Lady Mary Loyd.

Jacek Malczewski, Vicious Circle, 1897

WAXY ANNIVERSARIES IN 2023

Terror in the Wax Museum, 1973

Sister Susie's sewing shrouds

Me uncle drives an hearse

And, now they've made an helper out of me

Me aunt's a casket draper

Mother lady undertaker

Gee, but we're an happy family

( Laurie's song ♪ )

House of Wax, 1953

Mystery of the Wax Museum, 1933

I'd rather die with an athletic heart from shaking cocktails and bankers, than expire in a pan of dirty dish water. (Florence Dempsey)

Limbonic Art, 1993-2023, 30th ANNIVERSARY

Through night great hordes of suicides are hurled,

Men seeking on their way the selves they've lost;

Crook-backed they haunt all corners of the world,

And with their arms for brooms they sweep the dust.

They are as dust, keep but a little while;

And as they move their hair drops out. They run,

To hasten their slow dying. Then they fall,

And in the open fields lie prone,

But twitch a little still.

Georg Heym

(From: Umbra Vitae, 1912, translated by Christopher Middleton)

There is a light, which the wind has extinguished.

There is a country tavern that the drunk leaves in the afternoon.

There is a vineyard, burnt and black with holes inhabited by spiders.

There is a room that has been whitewashed with milk.

The madman is dead. There is an island in the South Seas

Ready to receive the Sun-God. The drums continue pounding.

Men perform warlike dances.

Women swing their hips in liana and fire-flower

While the sea is singing. O our lost paradise.

Georg Trakl

From: Psalm. Second Version, 1912

Translated by Daniel Simko, 1998

Blindur er bóklaus maður. (Blind is the bookless man.)

ICELANDIC PROVERB

Albert Matignon, Morphine, 1905

Buster Keaton, The Bell Boy, 1918

Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973, 50th DEATH ANNIVERSARY

Graffiti, Versoix, Switzerland, photo by MHM55, 2023

King Kong, 1933-2023, 90th ANNIVERSARY

And all they want me to do is scream into the microphone. Which I do and it promptly breaks the service. And BBC is off the air for minutes until repairs can be made.

(Fay Wray and the Movies, by Jim Bawden, 1989)

Elinor Wiltshire, Marshalsea Barracks, Dublin, 1969

Baby Face, 1933-2023, 90th ANNIVERSARY

Adolf Cragg: Look! Here! Nietzsche says: 'All life, no matter how we idealize it, is nothing more nor less than exploitation'. That’s what I’m telling you! Exploit yourself!

Lily Powers: [pause] Yeah.

If you feel like screaming, I definitely think that you should. (Jack)

The Invisible Man, 1933-2023, 90th ANNIVERSARY

Sit down, you fool. Let's have a decent fire.

Bathory, 1983, 40 years ago...

Aura Noir, 1993-2023, 30th ANNIVERSARY

Jacob Riis, Bandits' Roost, 59 1/2 Mulberry Street, New York, 1888

The men sit or stand in the streets, on trucks, or in the open doors of the saloons smoking black clay pipes, talking and gesticulating as if forever on the point of coming to blows.

(Jacob Riis, How the Other Half Lives, Chapter VI: The Bend, 1889)

Mullen's Alley, Cherry Hill, New York, 1888

Sam Hood, about 1942

William Turner, Peace - Burial at Sea, 1842

If I could find anything blacker than black, I'd use it.

Olympe Aguado, La Lecture, about 1863

[...] an army of dummies without heads or legs, nothing but the bust, dolls' breasts flattened under the silk, and close by, on other dummies, were horse-hair and other dress improvers, prolonging these broomsticks into enormous, distended croups, of which the profile assumed a ludicrous unbecomingness. But afterwards commenced the gallant dishabille, a dishabille which strewed the vast rooms, as if an army of lovely girls had undressed themselves from department to department, down to the very satin of their skin.

Émile Zola, The Ladies' Paradise, 1883

(Translated by Frank Belmont, 1886)

Gina Lollobrigida, 1927-2023

Robert Talbot: You're not making any sense!

Lisa Fellini: I don't have to make sense. I'm Italian!

(Come September, 1961)

Jaan Künnap, Act on a black background, 2012

Jeff Beck, 1944-2023

Barbora Bálková, Masks, 2004-2018

Alex de Andreis, Temptation of Saint Anthony with Champagne, unknown date

Ruggero Deodato, 1939-2022

Not all washing machines have cut up corpses inside.

(The Washing Machine, 1993)

The Mummy, 1932-2022, 90th ANNIVERSARY

Jan Nowicki, 1939-2022

GRINDHOUSE CLASSIC: The Last House on the Left, 1972

Phyllis Stone: What do you mean, you changed?

Mari Collingwood: I mean, my breasts filled out!

Władysław T. Benda, Dance Panel, 1929

Casablanca, 1942-2022, 80th ANNIVERSARY

Major Strasser: What is your nationality?

Rick: I'm a drunkard.

Captain Renault: And that makes Rick a citizen of the world.

Bill Gold. Original theatrical release poster for the film "Casablanca", 1942

Daniel Carrière, M'sieur Popeye, 2021

Gorgoroth, 1992-2022, 30th ANNIVERSARY

Fukai (Nō mask)

Braindead, 1992-2022, 30th ANNIVERSARY

Story goes, these great big rats come scuttling off the slave ships and raped all the little tree monkeys. (Zoo Keeper)

"Braindead", logo

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)

Blood is a juice of rarest quality.

(Mephistopheles, line 1740, Faust, 1833. Translated by Bayard Taylor, 1870–71)

James Clark, Classroom, 1861

Linda Ward (O'Reilly), Winetavern Street, Dublin, by Colman Doyle, circa 1962

1 October 2022, International Coffee Day

Franciszek Pieczka, 1928-2022

Peg Entwistle (1908-1932), 90th DEATH ANNIVERSARY

Her Jetticks could always be seen in the dark, even as she climbed into the cold blackened breastbone of the Hollywood Hills. It’s why she loved them so much: Her shoes.

From: Peg Entwistle (Dark Sparkler) by Amber Tamblyn, 2015

Grace Kelly (1929-1982), 40th DEATH ANNIVERSARY

Jean-Luc Godard, 1930-2022

All you need for a movie is a gun and a girl.

Berlin, graffiti, 2022

Possilpark, 1242-2022, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Tweet tweet Posso...

Andrzej Bursa (1932-1957), 90th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

Kicked

In a sober frame of mind he came to have some business taken care of

but at the first door he got kicked

he smiled

getting kicked to him seemed quite witty

he tried again

got kicked

he decided to go up to the next floor

again he was knocked down the stairs by a kick

like a well-behaved dog he waited politely in the hallway

got kicked

got kicked at the main gate

in the street got kicked again

so at any rate he desired a more poetical death

he flung himself under an automobile

and caught a solid kick from the chauffeur.

(Translated by Kevin Christianson and Halina Ablamowicz, 2008)

The Clash, Should I Stay or Should I Go, 1982-2022, 40th ANNIVERSARY

Should I Stay or Should I Go (Official Audio)

Bruno Schulz (1892-1942), 130th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

Can there be anything sadder than a human being changed into the rubber tube of an enema?

The Street of Crocodiles, 1933 (translated into English by Celina Wieniewska in 1963)

[...] if I have to get in a bikini then I’ll eat carrot sticks for three days.

Margot Robbie (Emirates Woman, 6 April 2015)

Elvis Presley (1935-1977), 45th DEATH ANNIVERSARY

"Baby, What You Want Me To Do", 1968

Stéphane Mallarmé (1842-1898), 180th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

And perhaps the masts, inviting lightning,

Are those the gale bends over shipwrecks,

Lost, without masts, without masts, no fertile islands...

But, oh my heart, listen to the sailors’ chant!

From: Sea Breeze, 1866

(Stéphane Mallarmé, Un Coup de Dés & Other Poems, translated by Anthony S. Kline, 2004-2009)

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), 200th DEATH ANNIVERSARY

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.

From: The Cloud, 1820

Blade Runner, 1982-2022, 40th ANNIVERSARY

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain... (Roy Batty)

"Blade Runner", logo

Marilyn Monroe (1926-1962), 60th DEATH ANNIVERSARY

I did it with a razor.

(Nell Forbes, Don't Bother to Knock, 1952)

"Where is my window? - where is my window?" I said. And all the time I was sure that I was in a dream, and these lights were all some theatrical illusion, and the people talking; and nothing real but the pale, pale, watching, lingering day standing by to wait, until that foolish bubble should burst.

Margaret Oliphant, The Library Window, 1896

Hieronymus Bosch, Cutting the Stone or The Extraction of the Stone of Madness, about 1494 or later

James Reuel Smith, unidentified boy using Weissbein's roadhouse pump well, Caton Street, Brooklyn, New York City, 1898

Grand Hotel, 1932

Otto Kringelein: I'll have something sweet and cold, please.

Barman: Louisiana Flip, sir?

Otto Kringelein: Louisiana Flip? Yes, that sounds very nice. Thank you.

Promotional photograph for the film "Grand Hotel" starring Wallace Beery and Joan Crawford

Lunch atop a Skyscraper, probably Charles Clyde Ebbets, 1932

Tony Sirico, 1942-2022

Fuckin' Italian people. How did we miss out on this? [...] Fuckin' espresso, cappuccino. We invented this shit and all these other cocksuckers are gettin' rich off it. [...] And it's not just the money. It's a pride thing. All our food: pizza, calzone, buffalo moozarell'...olive oil. These fucks had nothin'. They ate pootsie before we gave them the gift of our cuisine. But this, this is the worst. This espresso shit. (Paulie 'Walnuts' Gualtieri, The Sopranos, 1999)

The Docks of New York, 1928

I've sailed the seven seas, but I never saw a craft as trim as you. (Bill Roberts)

John William Waterhouse, Circe Invidiosa (Jealous Circe), 1892

Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange, 1962-2022, 60th ANNIVERSARY

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening.

Adam Mickiewicz, Ballads and Romances, 1822-2022, 200th ANNIVERSARY

Not for you is the silvery whirlpool’s cup

Nor the gulfs where the clear sea lies,

But the harsh earth shall swallow your body up

And the gravel shall put out your eyes.

For a thousand years shall your spirit wait

By the side of this witnessing tree,

And the fires of hell that never abate

Shall burn you unceasingly.

From: Świtezianka. (Adam Mickiewicz. Selected Poetry and Prose. Ed. Stanisław Helsztyński. Translated by George Rapall Noyes and Jewell Parish, 1955)

Márta Egri and Ilona Béres, An Imaginary Report on an American Rock Festival, Comedy Theatre of Budapest, 1973

Destruction, 1982-2022, 40th ANNIVERSARY

Destruction, "Mad Butcher" (1986 Version)

Bram Stoker, Dracula, 1897-2022, 125th ANNIVERSARY

Two were dark, and had high aquiline noses, like the Count, and great dark, piercing eyes, that seemed to be almost red when contrasted with the pale yellow moon. The other was fair, as fair as can be, with great wavy masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires. I seemed somehow to know her face, and to know it in connection with some dreamy fear, but I could not recollect at the moment how or where. All three had brilliant white teeth that shone like pearls against the ruby of their voluptuous lips. There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear.

CHAPTER III, JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL.

Bram Stoker, "Dracula", first edition cover, 1897

Charles Nègre, La Stryge, 1853

Andy Fletcher, 1961-2022

Ray Liotta, 1954-2022

Vincent van Gogh, Starry Night Over the Rhône, 1888

[...] with the brutal gold of the gas.

Jerzy Trela, 1942-2022

Jacques Perrin, 1941-2022

RMS Titanic, 1912-2022, 110 years...

She walks the waters like a thing of life,

And seems to dare the elements to strife.

Lord Byron, The Corsair, Canto I, Stanza 3, 1814

Scarface, 1932-2022, 90th ANNIVERSARY

Patrick Demarchelier, 1943-2022

Graffiti, Miraflores District, Lima, 2012

Kreator, 1982-2022, 40th ANNIVERSARY

"Pleasure to Kill", 1986

Sodom, 1982-2022, 40th ANNIVERSARY

"Agent Orange", 1989

Philip Jones Griffiths, about 1967

The Rolling Stones, 1962-2022, 60th ANNIVERSARY

"Paint It, Black", 1966

Kari Rainer Pulkkinen. Photograph of The Rolling Stones performing at Helsinki Olympic Stadium, 1970

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

Ernest Hemingway, Notes on the Next War, 1935

Reg G. G. Coote, 1942

Residential building in Kyiv (Bohatyrska Street) after shelling, 14 March 2022, Russian invasion of Ukraine

William Hurt, 1950-2022

If you think you're gonna die, what's more important? A good book or a good smoke? (Paul Benjamin)

Smoke, 1995

Ignacy Łukasiewicz, 1822-1882, 200th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

The Godfather, 1972-2022, 50th ANNIVERSARY

Leave the gun. Take the cannoli. (Peter Clemenza)

"The Godfather", logo

Up the close and doon the stair,

But and ben' wi' Burke and Hare.

Burke's the butcher, Hare's the thief,

Knox the boy that buys the beef.

(19th century Edinburgh rhyme)

Knife in the Water, released theatrically on 9 March 1962, 60th ANNIVERSARY

Cast off the bow-line!

Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror, 1922-2022, 100th ANNIVERSARY

Darkthrone, A Blaze in the Northern Sky, 1992-2022, 30th ANNIVERSARY

"Kathaarian Life Code" (Studio)

Winsor McCay, His Best Customer, 1917

Dragoljub Jeličić, one of the youngest soldiers of the First World War, unknown author, 1914

Sally Kellerman, 1937-2022

Johnny Cash (1932-2003), 90th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

"(Ghost) Riders in the Sky" , American Outlaws: Live at Nassau Coliseum, 1990

Mark Lanegan, 1964-2022

Mark Lanegan, "Ballad of a Dying Rover", 2020

Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan, "Come Undone", 2010

Max Alpert, Kombat, 1942

Louis Wain (1860-1939)

Cabaret, 1972-2022, 50th ANNIVERSARY

The day she died the neighbors

Came to snicker:

"Well, that's what comes

From too much pills and liquor."

But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,

She was the happiest... corpse...

I'd ever seen.

Freaks, 1932-2022, 90th ANNIVERSARY

Peter Lenk, Imperia, Konstanz, 1993

Metropolis, 1927-2022, 95th ANNIVERSARY

Monica Vitti, 1931-2022

I have lots of vices, but I really don't practice them.

(Valentina Gherardini, La Notte, 1961)

Reservoir Dogs, 1992-2022, 30th ANNIVERSARY

Let me tell you what "Like a Virgin" is about. (Mr. Brown)

Molière (1622-1673), 400th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

A learned fool is more of a fool than an ignorant one. Clitandre, The Learned Women, Act IV. Sc. 3. (1672)

(Translated by Charles Heron Wall, 1877)

Paolo Monti (1908-1982)

Peter Bogdanovich, 1939-2022

Whenever I do a period picture, I look at what songs were popular in that period. This movie was set in 1935, and as I was looking down at the list I saw a song called ‘It’s Only a Paper Moon’. For some reason those two words jumped out at me. And the song kind of goes with the story.

(Interview with Peter Bogdanovich, by Jon Watts, 2017, Empire)

Paper Moon, 1973

Daddy, I need to go to the shithouse. (Addie Loggins)

My name is Pray, Kansas Bible Company. (Moses "Moze" Pray)

Just for a little while, let old Trixie sit up front with her big tits. (Trixie Delight)

Takeshi Kitano, 75th BIRTHDAY, 18 January 2022

I think my way of showing violence is different from that of other filmmakers. When I show it, it hurts. I don't want people to think it's just a game, because violence is painful.

The day my desire for women becomes less strong is maybe the day I will make a film about women.

(Tom Mes, Interview with Takeshi Kitano, 5 November 2003, Midnight Eye)

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (1892-1973) 130th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

I am in fact a Hobbit (in all but size). I like gardens, trees, and unmechanized farmlands; I smoke a pipe, and like good plain food (unrefrigerated), but detest French cooking; I like, and even dare to wear in these dull days, ornamental waistcoats. I am fond of mushrooms (out of a field); have a very simple sense of humor (which even my appreciative critics find tiresome); I go to bed late and get up late (when possible). I do not travel much.

Letter to Deborah Webster, 25 October 1958

Chuck Schuldiner (1967-2001)

20 years...

DEATH, "Scream Bloody Gore", 1987

NIRVANA, Nevermind, 1991-2021, 30th ANNIVERSARY

Come as You Are

"Nevermind" - cover spoof by Pål Nordseth, 2012

Abel Ferrara

Ms .45, 1981

Dave Gahan & Soulsavers, Metal Heart (Cat Power cover), 2021

Dave Gahan & Soulsavers, "Metal Heart"

Vincent van Gogh, Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette, 1886

Sylwester Chęciński, 1930-2021

Anne Rice, 1941-2021

How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described, Louis, Interview with the Vampire, 1976

Lina Wertmüller, 1928-2021

Love and Anarchy, 1973, directed by Lina Wertmüller.

Professor Flamel: Good morning, prostitutes!

[Girls]: Fuck you!

Salomè: Tell me the truth, Tunin. You're not thinking about tyrants, are you? What are you looking at?

Tunin: Oh, fuck! Come on.

Salomè: You're staring at my legs [...] I'm sorry, but have you ever been in a brothel?

Tunin: Never.[...]

Salomè: Oh, well [...] You're just sitting there, so quiet, looking at me like a hungry kitty. Come on. Given our plans, let's just do it.

.............

Nice day. We ate, we drank, we laughed, we belched, we fucked, we farted and we fought. What more do you want? A perfect Sunday. Spatoletti (Eros Pagni)

Hôtel Aubriot, Dijon, sculptures...

Per Yngve "Dead" Ohlin (1969-1991)

30 years...

Mayhem - Carnage (ft. Dead)

Echo & the Bunnymen, "All That Jazz", 1980

We have a club around here. It's called The Cashmere Sweater Club [...] All you need are 12 cashmere sweaters to join.

Sally Grace, Lord Love a Duck (Lynn Carey)

Lynn Carey and Mama Lion, "Candy Man", 1973

Lord Love a Duck, 1966

The Wild Ones, "Lord Love a Duck"

Everybody has got to love me. Barbara Ann Greene (Tuesday Weld)

I'm not a bunny. I am a cocktail waitress. Marie Greene (Lola Albright)

In our family, we don't divorce our men, we bury them. Stella Bernard (Ruth Gordon)

Photograph of Ruth Gordon as Lola Pratt (holding her dog Flopit) in the Broadway production of "Seventeen", 1918

Metallica, 1981-2021, 40th ANNIVERSARY

"For Whom The Bell Tolls", 1984

Metallica logo

3 December 2021, Happy Birthday Ozzy!!!

BLACK SABBATH, "War Pigs", Paris, 1970

Hollywood Walk of Fame, Los Angeles, by Elmar78

Gary Moore (1952-2011)

10 years...

Gary Moore & Phil Lynott, "Parisienne Walkways"

Umberto Lenzi (1931-2017)

And then they castrated him with a machete, and then...they ate his genitals. Mark, Cannibal Ferox, 1981

Official logo of the movie Cannibal Ferox directed by Umberto Lenzi

SLAYER, 1981, 40th ANNIVERSARY

Slayer, Raining Blood, 2010

Slayer, Hellfest, 2007, by Benoît Braban

A Clockwork Orange (film), 1971-2021, 50th ANNIVERSARY

EMPEROR, 1991-2021, 30th ANNIVERSARY

In January 1991, I designed what would become the iconic logo of Emperor [...] It was like one single shot; I did one unique design, no sketches, just the symmetrical pencil draft that I later inked and sent to Mortiis and then to Samoth. Christophe Szpajdel (Archaic Modernism. The Art of Christophe Szpajdel, 2020)

"Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk", 1997

Kill her if you can, loverboy. Cheryl Williams

The Evil Dead, 1981-2021, 40th ANNIVERSARY

"The Evil Dead", logo

'Samael, Worship Him, 1991-2021, 30th ANNIVERSARY

"The Dark"

And until then, this is Elvira...the gal who put the boob back into boob tube. (Elvira: Mistress of the Dark, 1988)

Elvira's Movie Macabre, 1981-2021, 40th ANNIVERSARY

Breakfast at Tiffany's, 1961-2021, 60th ANNIVERSARY

A girl can't read that sort of thing without her lipstick. (Holly Golightly)

Charles Marville, Avenue du Maine, Paris, about 1865

How do you know that the earth isn't some others planet's hell? (Maurice Spandrell)

Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point, 1928

The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. The wisdom of the novel comes from having a question for everything. When Don Quixote went out into the world, that world turned into a mystery before his eyes. That is the legacy of the first European novel to the entire subsequent history of the novel. The novelist teaches the reader to comprehend the world as a question. There is wisdom and tolerance in that attitude. Milan Kundera.

(Philip Roth interviews Milan Kundera, 30 November 1980)

I know where my husband is. He's with that woman! I will find him. Nancy Archer.

Film poster by Reynold Brown, "Attack of the 50 Foot Woman", 1958

Everything could be found here, food and drink, a telephone, messengers to send on errands in the city, writing supplies, so that many conducted their business from here, even literary activities. Only actors, artist and authors congregated here and everyone was more or less acquainted. August Strindberg, The Cloister, 1966, published posthumously.

Nick: You trying to look like a prince?

Michael: What do you mean, trying?

Chopin Nocturne in G minor, Op 15 no 3 Olga Gurevich

Tosa Mitsuoki, Autumn Maples with Poem Slips, 1675

1 October, International Coffee Day!

You know, this is, excuse me, a damn fine cup of coffee.

(Agent Dale Cooper, Twin Peaks, 1990)

Short pants are keeping him off the streets and out of trouble.

Lobby card for the American comedy film "Long Pants", 1927

'Władysław Ślewiński, Woman Combing, 1897

'

That I could drink thy veins as wine, and eat

Thy breasts like honey! that from face to feet

Thy body were abolished and consumed,

And in my flesh thy very flesh entombed!

(From: Anactoria by Algernon Charles Swinburne, 1866)

Only a crazy little thing I read...

Kongos, "I'm only joking", 2012

The streets were dark with something more than night.

(Professor Richard Wanley, The Woman in the Window, 1944)

I love the autumn—that melancholy season that suits memories so well.

Gustave Flaubert, Memoirs of a Madman, 1838

Because all you of Earth are idiots.

(Eros, Plan 9 from Outer Space, 1959)

Jan Gotard, Solitaire, about 1931

Satyricon, 1991-2021, 30th ANNIVERSARY

"Hvite Krists Død" ("The Shadowthrone"), 1994

Hikaru Iwasaki, Feel My Muscle, 1945

Tom Wall : Look up, Frank. Full moon. The blood's gonna run tonight. I can feel it. Our mission: to save lives.

Frank Pierce : Our mission is coffee, Tom. A shot of the bull, Puerto Rican espresso.

Tom Wall : Ten-four. El Toro de Oro! Blast off!

(Bringing Out the Dead, 1999)

“Is that vodka?" Margarita asked weakly. The cat jumped up in his seat with indignation. "I beg pardon, my queen," he rasped, "Would I ever allow myself to offer vodka to a lady? This is pure alcohol!”

Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita, 1973 (uncensored version)

Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room! President Merkin Muffley.

(Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, 1964)

Menno Veldhuis, Back to Nature (143), 2013

Jean-Paul Belmondo (1933-2021)

Patricia Franchini: Buy me a dress at Dior?

Michel Poiccard: No way! There are nicer ones at the five-and-ten. You don't buy dresses at Dior, you make calls. It's the only place you can call for free. There are twelve phone booths.

(Breathless, 1960, translation: Criterion Collection)

Margo Channing: All playwrights should be dead for three hundred years!

Lloyd Richards: That would solve none of their problems because actress never die! [...] I shall never understand the weird process by which a body with voice suddenly fancies itself as a mind. Just when exactly, does an actress decide they're her words she's saying and her thoughts she's expressing?

Margo Channing: Usually, at the point when she has to rewrite and rethink them to keep the audience from leaving the theatre!

Lloyd Richards: It's about time the piano realized it has not written the concerto!

.......

Margo Channing: [to Bill Sampson] And you, I take it, are the Paderewski who plays his concerto on me, the piano?

(All About Eve, 1950)

I hate old age... Bettie Page

(Tim Estiloz, TV Interview with Bettie Page, 1996)

Every photo of Bettie is a knockout. Whether taken by consummate professional or a rank amateur, whether on location in the Florida Keys or a "three-dollar" motel, whether she is posed with a ball and chain or a teddy bear, whether she is wearing polka dots or a splash of suntan oil, it doesn't matter. There is always something being said, some kind of hocus-pocus at work.

(Bettie Page: Queen of Hearts by Jim Silke, 1995)

Coco Chanel (1883-1971) 50th DEATH ANNIVERSARY

I was a rebellious child, a rebellious lover, a rebellious couturière — a real devil.

(Paris, Paris: Journey Into the City of Light‎ by David Downie, 2005)

Teloch (Mayhem), "Voces Ab Alta", 2021

No matter how much I poured into the cup, it never filled. And then I realized that the liquid I assumed to be coffee had, unbeknownst to me, turned into night.

Hiromi Kawakami, Record of a Night Too Brief, 1996. Translated by Lucy North, 2017

Friedrich Dürrenmatt (1921-1990), 100th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

The world made a whore of me, now I'll make a whorehouse of the world. Pay up or get off the dance floor. Claire Zachanassian. The Visit, 1956

My machine will take off a head in a twinkling and the victim will feel nothing but a refreshing coolness. We cannot make too much haste, gentlemen, to allow the nation to enjoy this advantage.

(Joseph-Ignace Guillotin, Statement to the French Assembly, 1789)

Julia Hartwig (1921-2017), 100th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

The most beautiful is what is still unfinished

(From: Feeling the Way, 2004. Translated by John and Bogdana Carpenter, 2008)

I have just spent a week with Munch. He has painted the weirdest new pictures, one of which is quite delightful. He also painted my portrait reproducing the expression of the soul with marvellous skill. He is a brilliant fellow, but he's very badly off.

Stanisław Przybyszewski, letter to Alfred Wysocki, August 1894

Hunters Point Gantry Crane (1947), Hunters Point Naval Shipyard, San Francisco, Christopher Michel, 2020

Stanisław Barańczak, If porcelain, then only the kind, 1980

If porcelain, then only the kind

you won’t miss under the shoe of a mover or the tread of a tank;

if a chair, then not too comfortable, lest

there be regret in getting up and leaving;

if clothing, then just so much as can fit in a suitcase,

if books, then those which can be carried in the memory,

if plans, then those which can be overlooked

when the time comes for the next move

to another street, continent, historical period

or world:

who told you that you were permitted to settle in?

who told you that this or that would last forever?

did no one ever tell you that you will never

in the world

feel at home?

(Translated by Frank Kujawinski)

Krzysztof Kamil Baczyński (1921-1944), 100th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

Ars Poetica, 1938

The poem is in me, evil, alien, evil

and hateful; with scorching fire it burns my nights,

it passes through me crowdlike, hoarse with shouting

like a torchlit procession in the streets.

The poem is evil, hateful, trying to burst

its form (how hard to shackle one who’s free),

and though I drag it from my fiery innards,

its master I will never wholly be.

It twists, shouting and troubled, till it cries out;

becomes then alien, a friend who never was,

stands on the frozen, flaming threshold, crated,

and joins the others in the evening frosts.

(Translated by Bill Johnston, 2005)

I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

Charlie Chaplin, My Autobiography, 1964

[...] And the rest is rust and stardust, Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita, 1955

(I know, not as unique as yours. With thanks.)

Ninotchka: [looking at a map] I am looking for the Eiffel Tower.

Leon: Good heavens, is that thing lost again? Oh, are you interested in a view?

Ninotchka: I'm interested in the Eiffel Tower from a technical standpoint.

Leon: Technical? No, no, I'm afraid I couldn't be of much help from that angle. You see, a Parisian only goes to the Tower in moments of despair to jump off.

Ninotchka: How long does it take a man to land?

Leon: Now isn't that too bad. The last time I jumped, I forgot to time it. Let me see now, the Eiffel Tower...ah, your finger, please?

Ninotchka: Why do you need my finger?

Leon: It's bad manners to point with your own. There, the Eiffel Tower.

(Ninotchka, 1939)

Reichelt

1991-2021, 30th ANNIVERSARY

A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti, Hannibal Lecter

The sea never changes and its works, for all the talk of men, are wrapped in mystery. Joseph Conrad, Typhoon, 1902

We have psychologized like the insane, who aggravate their madness in struggling to understand it. Charles Baudelaire, La Fanfarlo, 1847

Edvard Munch, Vampire, 1894

Simon Smith, Darkthrone, "Transilvanian Hunger", acoustic guitar cover

Pigs grunt, ducks quack, and men tell lies: that is how it generally goes.

Ian McGuire, The North Water, 2016

Dante Alighieri (1265-1321), 700th DEATH ANNIVERSARY

Another way my sapient Guide conducts me

⁠Forth from the quiet to the air that trembles;

And to a place I come where nothing shines.

Divine Comedy, Inferno, Canto IV, translated by H.W. Longfellow

Harry Watrous, The Dregs, 1914

Tadeusz Różewicz (1921-2014), 100th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

words, 2004

words have been used up

chewed up like chewing gum

by lovely young mouths

and turned into a white

bubble

weakened by politicians

they serve to whiten

teeth

to cleanse the oral

cavity

when I was a child

a word

could heal wounds

could be given

to a loved one

now weakened

wrapped in newspaper words

still poison still stink

still inflict wounds

hidden in heads

hidden in hearts

hidden under dresses

of young women

hidden in holy books

they explode

and kill

(Translated by Joanna Trzeciak, 2011)

I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have learned to swim. Frida Kahlo, 1938

(Frida: A Biography of Frida Kahlo by Hayden Herrera, 1983)

I used to think that my life was a tragedy...but now I realize...it's a fucking comedy. Joker, 2019

Stanisław Lem (1921-2006), 100th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

If man had more of a sense of humor, things might have turned out differently. Solaris, 1961

There is no such a thing as artistic photography. In photography, like in all things, there are people who can see and others who cannot even look. Nadar.

(Andrea Scala, About Photography, 2012)

Metallica, Master of Puppets, 1986-2021, 35th ANNIVERSARY

Professor Bertram Potts: What are you gonna do?

Sugarpuss O'Shea: I'm going to show you what yum-yum is. Here's yum.

[kisses him]

Sugarpuss O'Shea: Here's the other yum.

[kisses him again]

Sugarpuss O'Shea: And here's yum-yum.

[gives a long kiss that knocks him backwards onto a chair]

(Ball of Fire, 1941)

'

Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet XI, 1959

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

(Translated by Stephen Tapscott, 1986)

Cyprian Kamil Norwid (1821-1883), 200th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

'

Oh, sorrow, sorrow from end to beginning,

The black thread is spinning:

It’s behind, it’s ahead, and it’s with me,

I breathe, and it’s there,

I smile, and it’s here,

In my prayer, my hymn, and my tear...

(From: My Song (Ⅰ), 1844, translated by Danuta Borchardt, 2011)

Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), 200th BIRTH ANNIVERSARY

This life is a hospital where each patient is possessed by the desire to change his bed. Paris Spleen, 1869, published posthumously.

When I look at your picture for too long...I need a cup of coffee.

'

Rafał Wojaczek (1945-1971)

You Have to Fear the Rose...

You have to fear the rose; it is the mouth

of the wound that bleeds continually inside you.

Because my tongue, oh naked one, can’t find you.

Tell me you are afraid, I’ll believe you exist.

That you exist in yourself; conscious of your body.

The body is a shutter the gentlest breeze’s hand

can turn into a windowpane of blood.

A firestorm will seize the neighboring district,

burn out the eyes of every newborn baby,

while the blind, grieving mothers lose their hair.

Tell me then, so that only my hair can hear you,

so that my skin can tell the lips, with a quick shudder

of whisper, whether you still live in this muddy person;

before I’ve flowed through it entirely, tell me.

(Translated by Piotr Gwiazda)

I have great faith in fools — self-confidence my friends will call it.

Edgar Allan Poe, Marginalia, 1844

Franz Stuck, Lucifer, 1890

The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.

Karl Kraus, Die Fackel, 31 March 1909 (translated by Thomas Szasz)

Theodor Kittelsen, Op under Fjeldet toner en Lur, 1900

Burzum, 1991-2021, 30th ANNIVERSARY

"Dunkelheit", 1996

"Ea, Lord of the Depths", 1992

Dying is nothing. You have to know how to disappear. Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories, 1987

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Lars-Göran Petrov (1972-2021)

Entombed, "Left Hand Path", 1989-1990

Bob Dylan’s 80th BIRTHDAY, 24 May 2021

The handmade blade, the child's balloon

Eclipses both the sun and moon

To understand you know too soon

There is no sense in trying

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding), 1965

What are you laughing at? You are laughing at yourselves!

Nikolai Gogol, The Inspector General, 1836

Nikolai Gogol, "Szynel" ("The Overcoat"), Teatr na Pradze, Warsaw, 2020

I was five. My mother made me go for music lessons, and I took to it. I attempt to do very difficult pieces by Rachmaninoff and Chopin and Scriabin. I have no ambitions to play at Carnegie Hall or anything like that, but I do it for my own pleasure. I have a Bösendorfer piano, and I hide away down in my basement so that I don’t disturb people.

Anthony Hopkins Remembers It All by Michael Schulman, The New Yorker, 27 February 2021

It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window. (Philip Marlowe)

Raymond Chandler, Farewell, My Lovely, 1940

I think I'll drink a little less in the future.

Montresor Herringbone, The Black Cat (Tales of Terror), 1962

Amy Winehouse (1983-2011)

10 years...

Joseph Ducreux, Self-Portrait, Yawning, about 1783

All due respect, you got no fucking idea what it's like to be number one, Tony Soprano, 2004

James Gandolfini, Toronto International Film Festival, 2011

Edward Hopper, New York Movie, 1939

De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas

We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is.

Stanisław Lem, Solaris, 1961

No one here gets out alive (Five to One, 1968)

Jim Morrison (1943-1971)

Well, show me the way to the next whisky bar....

Almost every day words disappear because they are forbidden.

Natacha von Braun, Alphaville, 1965 (translation: Criterion Collection)

Commodore: Look at that woman. Isn't she something?

Doctor Carver: Looks like a cat.

(Cat People, 1942)

Clap your fucking hands! Ozzy Osbourne, SSE Hydro, Glasgow, 16 December 2013

Black Sabbath (1970)

Paranoid (1970)

Master of Reality (1971)

HALF - CENTURY!!!

"Paranoid", Birmingham, 2012

1991 - 2021, 30 YEARS!

"Grom", 1996

Behemoth, logo

I was the fizz on the soda. Joan Blondell

Matthew Kennedy, Joan Blondell: A Life Between Takes, 2007

Joan Blondell and James Cagney, "Blonde Crazy", 1931

Good morning, gentlemen. Nice day for murder.

William "Rocky" Sullivan. Angels with Dirty Faces, 1938

James Cagney dancing, Joan Blondell slapping. "Other Men's Women", 1931

Adam Zagajewski (1945-2021)

Vermeer’s Little Girl, 1994

Vermeer’s little girl, now famous,

watches me. A pearl watches me.

The lips of Vermeer’s little girl

are red, moist, and shinning.

Oh Vermeer’s little girl, oh pearl,

blue turban: you are all light

and I am made of shadow.

Light looks down on shadow

with forbearance, perhaps pity.

(Translated by Clare Cavanagh. Adam Zagajewski, Mysticism for Beginners: Poems, 1999)

Crime is common. Logic is rare.

Sherlock Holmes, The Adventure of the Copper Beeches, 1892

But there is nothing like the sight of an amputated spirit.

Lt. Col. Frank Slade, Scent of a Woman, 1992

Daniel Berset, "Broken Chair", 1997, Geneva

"I'll Show You Out of Order!"

John Collier, Lilith, 1892

Kan kun være malet af en gal Mand! (Could only have been painted by a madman!)

Edvard Munch. Pencil inscription, version held by the National Gallery in Oslo.

Lawrence Ferlinghetti (1919-2021)

Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone. Americus, Book I, 2004

I don't know much about medicine, Doctor, but I'm pretty sure that's one prescription that never cured anything. (Detective Lt. Dan Muldoon )

The Naked City, 1948

You know nothing, Jon Snow. (Ygritte)

George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords, 2000

THE GAME OF THRONES THEME SONG (GUITAR)

George: I say, do...do you belive in love at first sight?

Nell: No.

George: No?

Nell: Do you?

Geoge: No. That's why I'd like to stay a little while, if I may.

Nell: [charming smile]

(Ruggles of Red Gap, 1935)

She had wild eyes, slightly insane.

Charles Bukowski, Women, 1978

The customer is always right.

Attributed to Harry Gordon Selfridge

'

Tadeusz Dąbrowski, Sentence, 2018

It’s as if you’d woken in a locked cell and found

in your pocket a slip of paper, and on it a single sentence

in a language you don’t know.

And you’d be sure this sentence was the key to your

life. Also to this cell.

And you’d spend years trying to decipher the sentence,

until finally you’d understand it. But after a while

you’d realize you got it wrong, and the sentence meant

something else entirely. And so you’d have two sentences.

Then three, and four, and ten, until you’d created a new language.

And in that language you’d write the novel of your life.

And once you’d reached old age you’d notice the door of the cell

was open. You’d go out into the world. You’d walk the length and breadth of it,

until in the shade of a massive tree you’d yearn

for that one single sentence in a language you don’t know.

(Translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones, The New Yorker, 22 July 2019, list of the best poems of 2019)

Krzysztof Kowalewski (1937-2021)

Sherlock Jr. - Buster Keaton (1924) HD (720p)

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It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.

George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four, 1949

Meaning is meaningless to me.

Zdzisław Beksiński

"My dear Theo, Just wanted to tell you that I’m hard at work on the potato eaters. I’ve started it again on a new canvas and painted new studies of the heads; changed the hands, in particular, a great deal. Above all, I’m doing my best to put life into it [...] Tell me, if you will, in what way I should send a painting of a larger format, and to which address. I won’t send the potato eaters unless I know for sure that it’s something. Still, it’s coming along, and I think there’ll be something very different in it from what you can ever have seen by me."

Letter to Theo van Gogh. Nuenen, 28 April 1885

Vincent van Gogh, "The Potato Eaters", Nuenen, April 1885, Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam

Shanghai Lily: Have I lost my looks?

Donald "Doc" Harvey: No. You're more beautiful than ever.

..................

Shanghai Lily: There's only one thing I wouldn't have done, Doc.

Donald "Doc" Harvey: What, for instance?

Shanghai Lily: I wouldn't have bobbed my hair.

(Shanghai Express, 1932)

Lighthouses [...] are endlessly suggestive signifiers of both human isolation and our ultimate connectedness to each other. Joe Moran, "The lure of the lighthouse for our islanded souls", The Guardian, 12 April 2014

Pedro Alves, streets...

' Stanisław Ludwik de Laveaux, Place de l'Opéra in Paris, about 1893

We wanted the organic sound of the 70’s, while at the same time keeping it cold. Fenriz, 16 November 2020

A Blaze in the Northern Sky album is a part of the exhibition: Enlightened. Glimpses of a Norwegian Cultural History at The National Library of Norway.

Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it. Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol, 1843

The Reverend Robert Walker Skating on Duddingston Loch (The Skating Minister), attributed to Henry Raeburn, 1790s

I like this kind of depressive-style thing. The suicidal shit going on, but this is more like.....when you lost your girlfriend and everything looks black, put on the Depeche Mode album, everything will be allright. Necrobutcher (Mayhem), What's in My Bag?, Amoeba Music, San Francisco, June 2018

| [...] when I was at the show I realized what else I loved about their music. They celebrate the outsider [...] It is no suprise that they are joining the ranks of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, I mean they should been there twenty years ago, if it was up to me. Charlize Theron inducts Depeche Mode into Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, 7 November 2020

FIRE WALK WITH ME!

Twin Peaks, 1990-2020, 30th ANNIVERSARY

Eddie van Halen (1955-2020)

People don't read any more. It's a sad state of affairs. Reading's the only thing that allows you to use your imagination. When you watch films it's someone else's vision, isn't it? Lemmy Kilmister, The Independent, 14 October 2005

Diego Armando Maradona (1960-2020)

Logo by Dan Perri, 1973

Krzysztof Penderecki (1933-2020)

Polymorphia, 1961

Krzysztof Penderecki by Mirosław Pietruszyński

Max von Sydow (1929-2020)

Chris: Would you like some brandy in that, Father?

Father Merrin: Well, the doctors say I shouldn't, but thank God... my will is weak.

..................

Father Merrin: I cast you out, unclean spirit!

Regan / Demon: Shove it up your ass, you faggot!

Logo by Dan Perri, 1973

It was horrible to be standing in the field where he painted his last painting — the crows in the wheatfield — leaning on the same tree with a gun in my hand. Kirk Douglas, The Ragman’s Son, 1988

Kirk Douglas as Vincent van Gogh, "Lust for Life", 1956

Kirk Douglas (1916-2020)

Acting is like prizefighting. The downtown gyms are smelly, but that's where the champions are.

(Roger Ebert, Interview with Kirk Douglas, June 01, 1969)

[...] the last man to enter Parliament with honest intentions. James "Jim" A. Sharpe, Remember, Remember: A Cultural History of Guy Fawkes Day, 2005

Sean Connery (1930-2020)

Bond. James Bond. Dr. No, 1962

[...] the plague bacillus never dies [...] Albert Camus, The Plague, 1947

Wojciech Pszoniak (1942-2020)

Karol! He has already called me a pig thrice, so I will reply only once - idiot! Moryc Welt, The Promised Land, 1974

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be. Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night (Introduction, 1966)

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.

Sylvia Plath, The Moon and the Yew Tree, 1961

Are there any feelings left?

Mark Ravenhill, Shopping and Fucking, 1996

Eileen: Maybe Billy stopped to look at a cow like the other time.

Kate: A fool waste of time that is, looking at cows.

Eileen: If it makes him happy,sure, what harm? There are a hundred worse things to occupy a lad's time than cow watching. Things would land him up in hell. Not just late for his tea.

Kate: Kissing lasses.

Eileen: Kissing lasses.

Kate (pause) Ah, no chance of that with poor Billy.

Eileen: Poor Billy'll never be getting kissed. Unless it was be a blind girl.

Kate: A blind girl or a backward girl.

Eileen: Or Jim Finnegan's daughter.

Kate: She'd kiss anything.

Eileen: She'd kiss a bald donkey.

Kate: She'd kiss a bald donkey. And she'd still probably draw a line at Billy. Poor Billy.

[Martin McDonagh, The Cripple of Inishmaan, Scene One, 1996]

One of the thieves was saved. (Pause) It’s a reasonable percentage. Vladimir (Didi), Act 1. Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot, 1953

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I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage. Jimmie, Pulp Fiction, 1994

People who do not know me soon come to understand that I do not have any sense. James Keziah Delaney. Taboo, 2017

Maria Janion (1926-2020)

Nothing is worse than to finish a good shit, then reach over and find the toilet paper container empty. Even the most horrible human being on earth deserves to wipe his ass. Charles Bukowski, Factotum, 1975

But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean. H.P. Lovecraft, The White Ship, 1919

What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get into the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is in a much darker and deeper place than this, and most of it is occupied by jellyfish and things. We just happen to forget all that. Two thirds of the earth's surface is ocean, and all we can see of it with the naked eye is the surface: the skin. We hardly know anything about what's beneath the skin. Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, 1994/1995

Elvis: You went to art school? Jammy twat! They turned me down, like. But don't get me wrong, like...They loved me work. Just the qualities fucked it up for us, you know?

Carty: Mate, you didn't miss much. Just a bunch of divvies in raincoats.

Elvis: That's what I wanted to be, a divvy in a raincoat. Anyway: Elvis.

Carty: Carty. I'm Carty.

Elvis: So, what you drinking, Carty la?

Carty: Right, sound, mate. I'll have a rum and black, thanks.

Elvis: Rum and black, aye? Think I'll have one of that. Wrong trainers, like. [looking at his shoes]

Elvis: It's fucking gorgeous...that.

Carty: What?

Elvis: The sea, you div....... I'd love to get off, I would.

Carty: Where?

Elvis: Anywheres... Berlin.

Carty: Berlin?

Elvis: Just... just anywhere......Out of here......Out of this.....Wouldn't you?

Carty: [looking at the sky]... Big sky, man.

Elvis: I'm serious. 'New Dawn Fades' on low. Noose around the neck. Off we jolly well pop. Well, this is me, mate.

Carty: All right.

Elvis: Have you got far to go?

Carty: Nah, just down the road.

Elvis: [walking away]...Big sky, man. (Awaydays, 2009)

Octagonal in shape, inspired by Futurism and Art Deco and produced in die cast aluminium, the Bialetti Moka Express or Moka from 1933 is an archetype of both its time and its type. It earned my grandfather Alfonso Bialetti eternal fame as a designer, even though he probably wasn't looking for it [...] My grandfather was a dreamer, one of those genial craftsmen who are not so rare in Italian history. He was more interested in producing well-designed and well-manufactured products than in business. Alessi, Alberto. "My grandfather Alfonso Bialetti", Disegno, 8 September 2011.

Awful things happen in every apartment house. Rosemary Woodhouse. Rosemary's Baby, 1968

If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark. Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood, 1987

Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum (I think that I think, therefore I think that I am). Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary, 1911

What are human beings? Two balloons — that’s your lungs, and an annoying little whistle at the top where the air comes out — that's your voice. Lockhart. Conor McPherson, The Seafarer, 2006

Evert Jan Boks (1838-1914)

A light here required a shadow there. Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse, 1927

There is no need for torture: Hell is other people. Garcin, Act 1, Sc. 5. Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit, 1944

Harry Watrous, Some Little Talk of Me and Thee There Was, 1905-1909

My heart was trembling as I walked into the post office and there you were, lying in Box 237. I took you out of your envelope and read you, read you right there. Klara Novak.

There are two kinds of perfect people: those who are dead, and those who have not been born yet. CHINESE PROVERB

Dreaming of the Tiger Spring, Zhejiang province, China

When it's hot like this, you know what I do? I put my undies in the Ice Box! The Girl. The Seven Year Itch, 1955

I like to feel blond all over. Marilyn Monroe, Pageant magazine, 1952

Yo, whatever man. Shit yeah, let's cook here. Jesse Pinkman

Ewa Kuryluk, “Between 5 and 50”, a portrait of Leszek Kołakowski on his 50th birthday, 1978

I've the most extraordinary longing to say: 'Bloody hell!' Nora Helmer, Act I

Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious. Oscar Wilde. The Critic as Artist, 1891

Jack Delano. Steam locomotives of the Chicago & North Western Railway in the roundhouse, 1942

God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks. John Taylor, 1630

If you hold a cat by the tail... :-)

Paul Cézanne, The Card Players, c. 1894-1895

Anna Palm de Rosa, A game of L'hombre in Brøndum's Hotel, 1885

If you are going to sell yourself, you should at least get a good price. S. Zweig, Beware of Pity, 1939

It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool's paradise. Myshkin, The Idiot

Toni Frissell (1907-1988)

Paulie might have moved slow, but it was only because Paulie didn't have to move for anybody. Henry

Yūzō Saeki (1898-1928)

Edgar Degas, L'Absinthe, c. 1876

Henri Fantin-Latour, The Corner of the Table, 1872

When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

Albert Anker, The Drinker, 1868

William Hogarth, A Midnight Modern Conversation, c. 1732

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Edward Hopper, Nighthawks, 1942

Paul Fürst, Der Doctor Schnabel von Rom, after 1655

Takeuchi Seihō, Mouse and Top Hat, 1937

The 10th Whitechapel Crime. Fortuné Méaulle's engraving after a drawing of Henri Meyer in Le Journal illustré, 1891

Gustave Caillebotte, Paris Street; Rainy Day, 1877

Pascal Dagnan-Bouveret, Marguerite on the Sabbath, 1911

John Everett Millais, Ophelia, c. 1851

John Atkinson Grimshaw, Glasgow. Saturday Night (unknown date)

Charles Courtney Curran, Paris at Night, 1889

Carl Spitzweg, The Bookworm, c. 1850

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