This morning, a slow cold rain.
Last night Tom and I went out to see a 1947 noir film called Out of the Past, starring a very young Robert Mitchum . . . who looked shockingly like Ted Hughes. That resemblance had never occurred to me before. Poet noir.
On these dark heavy days the flowers and trees seem to hold a sort of glowering light. Their own green fire.
I'm still writing.
1 comment:
That movie is one of the all-time greats. And has one of the all-time great lines, that sums up a character in a sentence: the counter guy at the bus depot, when Mitchum stores that bag: "I always say, everybody's right." :D
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