Film Posters: Notorius | Alfred Hitchcock, 1946

French release poster / Art by Pierre Segogne, 1946                                                   Japanese release poster
French poster for Notorious / designer: Pierre Segogne                           Alfred Hitchcock, Notorius,1946, Us
Alfred Hitchcock, Notorious, Italy                                                 Notorious, 1968 Japan
Alfred Hitchcock, Notorious, Spain                                                          Notorious, German, 1951


Alphabetarion # Away | Ernest Hemingway, 1926

Ernest Hemingway, Cojimar Harbor, Cuba, 1935  by Alfred Eisenstaedt

 “Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking
 advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to 
live already?"
"Yes, every once in a while."
"Do you know that in abou thirty- five more years we'll be dead?"
"What the hell, Robert," I said. "What the hell."
"I'm serious."
"It's one thig I don't worry about," I said.
"You ought to."
"I've had plenty to worry about one time or other. I'm through worrying."
"Well, I want to go to South America."
"Listen, Robert, going to another country doesn't make any difference. I've tried 
all that. You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to 
another. There's nothing to that."
"But you've never been to South America."
"South America hell! If you went there the way you feel now it would be exactly 
the same. This is a good town. Why don't you start living your life in Paris?” 

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises, 1926


Κολόμβος | Γαλάτεια Καζαντζάκη, 1914

Νίκος Μαρουλάκης, Κολόμβος , 2004

Σηκώσαν τα πανιά και για τις χώρες
τις άγνωρες κινήσανε να πάνε.
Οι δυνατές γαλέρες μες στις μπόρες
δελφίνια, κι όλο οι ναύτες τραγουδάνε.
Μ΄ ατέλειωτες του πηγαιμού ΄ναι οι ώρες.
— Μην έχασες το δρόμο Καπετάνε;
πού είν΄ οι ακρογιαλιές οι μυροφόρες
και πού τα πλούτη που μας καρτεράνε;
Μας γέλασες! — Εκείνος στο τιμόνι
κι ούτε γροικά τους ναύτες πως ανάβει
η λύσσα του θυμού. Γλυκό ΄ναι αφιόνι
το μέγα τ΄ όνειρό του. Στο καράβι
πότε θαρθεί να κάτσει το γλαρόνι,
να πει : «Κοντά ΄ναι της στεριάς οι κάβοι!»

 Γαλάτεια Καζαντζάκη 
περιοδικό ''Νέα Ζωή'', τόμος 9, 1914


By the Sea | Paintings by Félix Vallotton, 1893 -1925

Felix Vallotton, Sunset in the Haze, 1911
Félix Vallotton,  1913                                                       Félix Vallotton, Vasouy, Honfleur, France, 1913
Felix Vallotton, Deauville beach in high winds, 1924
Félix Vallotton,  1899
Félix Vallotton,  1899
Félix Vallotton,  1899
Félix Vallotton, La plage à Honfleur, 1919
Felix Vallotton, The Sea at Low Tide Villerville                                                                 Félix Vallotton,  1893
Felix Vallotton, L’Estérel et la baie de Cannes, 1925

Travel Posters / Cigarette Ads | by British artist Daphne Padden, 1950s-1960s

Pall Mall King Size Cigarettes, 1957                                                              Daphne Padden, Pall Mall Ski poster, 1957

British artist Daphne Padden was born on 21st May 1927, the daughter of Percy Padden 
who was also an travel poster illustrator working in the 20’s and 30’s.
She began designing posters in the mid 50's and is probably best known for her British 
Transport Commission and Royal Blue Coach Services travel posters.


Alphabetarion # Bloom | John the Apostle

Yoshijiro Urushibara, Camellias in a vase, 1930s

"A long time ago, there were lovers that lived on the opposite ends of a river. 
They promised to meet when the camellia flowers bloomed. But it rained so much 
the boat couldn't cross the river. So the two couldn't meet, even though the camellia 
flowers had all bloomed. Lets meet again. Before the camellia flowers wilt."

John the Apostle, 6 AD - 100 AD

Book//mark - You Can't Win | Jack Black, 1926

 Jack Black (1871-1932)                                               Jack Black, You Can't Win, 1926

“I was wrong. I knew I was wrong, and yet I persisted. If that is possible of any explanation
 it is this: From the day I left my father my lines had been cast, or I cast them myself, among 
crooked people. I had not spent one hour in the company of an honest person. I had lived in 
an atmosphere of larceny, theft, crime. I thought in terms of theft. Houses were built to be 
burglarized, citizens were to be robbed, police to be avoided and hated, stool pigeons to 
be chastised, and thieves to be cultivated and protected. That was my code; the code of 
my companions. That was the atmosphere I breathed.
 'If you live with wolves, you will learn to howl.”

“I'm going to write about them as I took them -- with a smile.”

“There were times when I thought I got a bit more punishment than was coming to me, 
but I don't regret a minute of it now. Each of us must be tempered in some fire. Nobody 
had more to do with choosing the fire that tempered me than myself, and instead of 
finding fault with the fire I give thanks that I had the metal to take the temper 
and hold it.”

“Even at that age I had stumbled upon one truth, and that is, the best way 
to get misinformed is to ask a lot of questions.”

“Every time I stole a dollar I knew I was breaking a law and working a hardship on the 
loser. Yet for years I kept on doing it. I wonder how many of us quit wronging others for 
the best reason of all — because it is wrong, and we know it.”

“The books so fired me with the desire for travel, adventure, romance, 
that I was miserable most of the time.”

“I say they had character because, while they did wrong things, 
they always tried to do them in the right way and at the right time.”

“My experience with short rations in many places has convinced me that we would 
all be healthier and better nourished if we ate half as much food and chewed it 
twice as long.”

“Looking back at it, it seems to me that I was blown here and there like a dead leaf whipped 
about by the autumn winds till at last it finds lodgment in some cozy fence corner. When I left 
school at fourteen I was as unsophisticated as a boy could be; I knew no more of the world 
and its strange ways than the gentle, saintly woman who taught me my prayers in the convent.
 Before me twentieth birthday I was on the docket of criminal court, on trial for burglary.”

Jack Black, You Can't Win, 1926

John Black was a late 19th century/early 20th century hobo and professional burglar, living 
out the dying age of the Wild West. He wrote You Can't Win (Macmillan, 1926) a memoir or 
sketched autobiography describing his days on the road and life as an outlaw. Black's book was 
written as an anti-crime book urging criminals to go straight but is also his statement of belief 
in the futility of prisons and the criminal justice system, hence the title of the book. Jack Black 
was writing from experience, having spent thirty years (fifteen of which were spent in various 
prisons) as a traveling criminal and offers tales of being a cross-country stick-up man, home 
burglar, petty thief, and opium fiend.

Black had spent a long time planning the job and was extremely depressed when it failed, not
 to mention virtually broke. A friend offered him a "straight" job washing dishes to tide him 
over, but Black refused, explaining his philosophy of life as follows: 

"The thought of working to me was a foreign as the thought of burglary or robbery would be to
 a settled printer of plumber after ten years at his trade. I wasn't lazy or indolent. I knew there 
were lots of easier and safer ways of making a living, but they were the ways of other people,
 people I didn't know or understand, and didn't want to. I didn't call them suckers or saps because
 they were different and worked for a living. They represented society. Society represented law, 
order, discipline, punishment. Society was a machine geared to grind me to pieces. Society was
 an enemy. There was a high wall between me and society; a wall reared by myself, maybe--I 
wasn't sure. Anyway I wasn't going to crawl over the wall and join the enemy just because I 
had taken a few jolts of hard luck."

Jack Black is an essentially anonymous figure (even his actual name is uncertain) who is 
recognized through association with William S. Burroughs. Although his philosophy on 
life was especially influential to Burroughs, who associated with similar characters in his 
early adulthood and mirrored the style of You Can't Win with his first published book, Junkie, 
Black's writings also had a profound effect on the writings and lives of all the Beat Generation.

In his foreword to the 1988 edition of You Can't Win (reproduced in a 2000 edition), Burroughs wrote:

"I first read You Can't Win in 1926, in an edition bound in red cardboard. Stultified and confined 
by middle-class St. Louis mores, I was fascinated by this glimpse of an underworld of seedy 
rooming houses, pool parlors, cat houses and opium dens, of bull pens and cat burglars and 
hobo jungles. I learned about the Johnson Family of good bums and thieves, with a code of 
conduct that made more sense to me than the arbitrary, hypocritical rules that were taken for 
granted as being 'right' by my peers."

After his last spell in prison Jack Black became friends with wealthy patron Fremont Older and 
worked for Older's newspaper The San Francisco Call. He worked on his autobiography with 
Rose Wilder Lane and eventually composed essays and lectured throughout the country 
on prison reform.


Alphabetarion # Breath | Albert Camus, 1947

Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1969

“You think about bathing in the sea – thick as velvet, supple and smooth as a wild animal. 
You think about swimming naked, and at night, with the stars, and a friend. Swim till 
you’re far from the world, and breathing together in the same rhythm, and free 
of absolutely everything.”

 Albert Camus, The Plague, 1947

Flick Review < The Sun in a Net | Štefan Uher, 1963

The Sun in a Net / Slnko v sieti (1963)

The Sun in a Net / Slnko v sieti (1963)
Director: Stefan Uher
Writer: Alfonz Bednár
Cinematography: Stanislav Szomolányi
Music: Ilja Zeljenka
Stars: Marián Bielik, Jana Beláková, Olga Salagová

Jana Beláková and Marián Bielik in Slnko v sieti (1963)


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