As I walked to the bus stop, I saw two drivers get out of their cars and come to blows. When I was on the bus, a young man tried to bring a bicycle on board with him. The driver told him that wasn't allowed.
"A'm gonnae huv yer bus blown up!" the cyclist said.
"Mind ye git ra right bus number," the driver said.
Sunshine, bus stop —
young woman with Down Syndrome
says her friends left her. She needs
to get home. Her friends left her. She
needs money for the bus.
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Forget the fedora, but double the length of the dark alley. Noir fiction isn't necessarily what you think. In the public imagination, the idea of noir is dominated by the films of the 1940s and early 1950s—overcoats and cigarettes, femmes fatale with gams that just won't quit, and plenty of the cheapest gin. But noir fiction is something different: there are few hardboiled detectives, and the female characters aren't the sexpots Hollywood makes it profits from. In hardboiled crime fiction, the characters are all tough. In noir, they're all screwed.
In the dark times
At this time of unprecedented crisis for the U.S., and therefore the world, I think of a story told by the Russian poet Anna Akhmatova about something that happened as she waited in line to deliver food to her son who was imprisoned by Stalin’s regime:
One day somebody in the crowd identified me. Standing behind me was a woman, with lips blue from cold, who had, of course, never heard me called by name before. Now she started out of the torpor common to us all and asked me in a whisper (everyone whispered there):
For years now, the Scottish Labour Party has been like the protagonist of the film The Sixth Sense — dead, but unaware of it.
The exception was in Glasgow, where it still had control of the city council, and so was able to continue its betrayal of the working class by cutting off spending in the most deprived areas, especially Govanhill, where the blame got placed on the immigrants who've been dumped there. Only the very naive, or stupid, could fail to see that this is in retaliation for the S.N.P.'s freezing the council tax.
As of yesterday's election, the Labour Party no longer has control of Glasgow — for the first time in 37 years. The Tories have made some gains, which I suspect is a result of conservative maggots crawling away from the corpse of the Labour Party.
I would say
I hate to say
I told you so
it's the only thing
about all this
I don't hate
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