Monday, September 14, 2009

YOUR LIFES WORK MUST BE SACRED - Artical.


your lifes work must be sacred.

As a sidewalk performer I gotta code I live by and even though I fall short in so much of my life I try very hard to stick to this code.

below is an excerpt of an article i found on the internet i'm a huge fan of Dashiel Hammit the writer of the "Maltese Falcon"

This is a picture of humphrey bogart he played sam spade in the movie version.

HERE'S THE ARTICAL-


This code of behavior — which harks back to the credo of the post-World War I Hemingway code hero — would become part of the standard equipment of later hard-boiled detectives in film. But while later detectives such as Philip Marlowe were capable of feeling compassion and a certain amount of empathy for other human beings, it is Sam Spade's personal code alone that makes him a hero and is, in the end, the source of his redemption.

Indeed, the negative aspects of Spade's character make his ultimate sacrifice all the more affecting — despite his cynicism and his somewhat cruel nature, despite his negative feelings toward Archer, and despite his love for Brigid, he is determined to see that Brigid pays the price for murdering his partner, because his personal code demands it.

"When a man's partner is killed, he's supposed to do something about it. It doesn't make any difference what you thought of him. He was your partner and you're supposed to do something about it. And it happens we're in the detective business. Well, when one of your organization gets killed it's bad business to let the killer get away with it. Bad all around. Bad for every detective, everywhere."

It should be noted that factors originating outside of the film itself also contributed to the effectiveness of Bogart's portrayal of Spade and the audience's appreciation of Spade's ambiguity as a hero. At this point in his career, Bogart had yet to play a genuine hero.

He had been a star of the second tier for years, but he was best known for his portrayals of cold- blooded killers and gangsters, often being gunned down in the last reel by the star, such as James Cagney or Edward G. Robinson.
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i can't post the final scene of the movie here, but you can go to it and watch it.

it has to be the most moving scene i have ever scene in film and fully illustrates the point of the artical....it's really incredable.

here's the link;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=npsYzr5RcMU
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also i though you might like this little music video.
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Apiphaney Beeze knows - poem noir


Mean?

Apiphaney Beeze knows the truth, but is to scattered to vomit.

Apiphaney Beeze knows the amazon past love fest, but is to scattered to be loyal.

Apiphaney Beeze knows.
Apiphaney Beeze knows.

knows.

Her big lips and her one big breast, her mouth around filth.

Apiphaney Beeze knows but she's too scattered to bee.

She knows and keeps it from her lover. her legs, her operation, her judge, her two children, her woman, her hairy man to match her bottom.

Apiphaney Beeze knows, but her sister don't know, and her friends don't know, but the priest who did her wrong knows.

But the priest is no longer in the court and what good is her bad priest without a death row victim to prey on or over?

And what hope for a victim?......Well Apiphaney Beeze knows.

She knows.
She knows.............she knows!
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My Orphanage

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And the old man still speaks, poem noir.






















With all the city screaming, in the dark.

Buried away in the ghetto

A drab hotel room.

It was dim and muffled, with stale smoke.

The old man sat hunched up in the chair, at the old desk.

Banging on the keys, writing.

Crammed into a dirty corner.

Dirty from the years of people use.

The room had yellowed windows from decades of cigarettes, it was why he chose the room.

Smoke, vomit, whiskey, grey hair, groaning and complaining...

Banging on the keys, reporting well, all he knew.

And every time he signed it; "And the old man still speaks"

It was a deal he had made with Gad.

He was hiding like an old man, with small creature comfort and silence….and they were looking for him.

He figured when they found him that would fix his retirement.

There were books piled up by the cot with titles like "The Great Initiates" and "Thus Spake… this or that."

It was a deal he made with Gad.


Saturday, August 22, 2009

JIMMY TALKSALOT - SAN DIEGO BAY


Here I am Goofin with the people on the board walk of seaport village.