Sunset GunShots Tumbles For Tumblr

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.

Comments

[Jill]

love you work, kim! you are great.

[xego]

Well it seems that it is coming full circle now. I am starting to see a pattern. I remember a blog from you about Weld and then you blogged about "The Wild Ones" and then here we are with "Lord Love a Duck." I love the way you always spike my morning coffee with some new pop-culture acid tab. I missed this one but then I was only a year old and it was probably deemed
too saucy for Junior. More saucy then "Gidget" that is for sure...get that camera in that crotch don't be shy...yes and apparently there is some meta film within a film thing; and Roddy McDowell? The safe imported paramor that foils temptation with his undoubtedly hairless testes. I was pleased to see it streams on the flix. A great chance to see Ruth Gordon reprise her role as the crazy Grandma I am guessing? And Showalter in that clip with the sweaters...not even Frank Gorshin could take it quite this far over the top. Is this what it looks like when someone is on "Bennies"? Gun you are the real Wild One.