Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Clockless Hours

Dear friend now in the dusty clockless hours of the town when the streets lie black and steaming in the wake of watertrucks and now when the drunk and the homeless have washed up in the lee of walls in alleys or abandoned lots and cats go forth highshouldered and lean in the grim perimeters about, now in these sootblacked brick or cobbled corridors where lightwire shadows make a gothic harp of cellar doors no soul shall walk save you.

-Cormac McCarthy, Suttree


Bob Crowe said...

What a very good picture (and not a bad bit of poetic writing, either). It feels lonely and sad, from the viewpoint of one of those people McCarthy is talking about, who can't reach the bright lights a block away.

Sorry no comments in so long. I'm so caught up in the rat race that sometimes I just have a hunk of cheese for lunch.

D said...

This is a great picture! I love the glow from the lights and the brick streets. The quote is perfectly illustrated here.

Hyde DP said...

o truly evocative - a great composition.

Babooshka said...

My first thought. The poster for the Exorcist. Gorgeous eerie light.