Pictures. Put simply, good pictures. They're mesmerizing, sometimes horrifying, but usually interesting. Photo immersion is often soothing. Aside from my father's police crime scene prepration bible -- the one my brother used to lay open on my bed while I was sleeping as a child -- gun shot wound to head -- not soothing, maybe intriguing (just not to wake up to), I can look and look and look.
I love searching for pictures. I love taking pictures. And of course, I love looking at pictures. I can do this for hours, to my detriment.
So as an additional blog to Sunset Gun, I've embraced my own tumblr site, called Sunset GunShots.
Pictures and words, history and beauty, ugliness and profundity -- in one photograph. And so many of my favorites, especially from abbreviated poets.
i am so glad and very
merely my fourth will cure
the laziest self of weary
the hugest sea of shore
That is, of course E.E. Cummings.
And then, one of the other greatest troubadors of all time:
Well I woke up this mornin' it was drizzlin' rain
Around the curve come a passanger train
Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan Jimmy he's dead he's been a long time gone
Been a long time gone a long time gone
If you wanna get to heaven gotta D-I-E you gotta put on your coat and T-I-E
Wanna get the rabbit out of the L-O-G
You gotta make a commotion like D-O-G like D-O-G like D-O-G yeah
That's my own personal Jesus, Waylon Jennings.
And this is, of course, me (not Cummings or Jennings for sure). I will continue to write longer essays on this blog -- the original Sunset Gun, but I'm having too much fun with this self-imposed curatorial position -- for now. It's a wonderful way to research, particularly if you're looking for every clip of Eddie Cochran you can find or any picture of Leo Gorcey with Groucho Marx. They were friends. ...
Please check Sunset GunShots out.
And remember: Tuesday deserves all of those orgasmic angora sweaters. And I'm certain E.E. Cummings could have written a poem about them. Papaya Surprise, Periwinkle Pussycat, Turquoise Trouble ... whistles far and wee ...
Do please, take at look at Sunset GunShots.