Monday, November 26, 2012

Pulp Poem of the Week

You had to
tell lies after
three years.

     Gil Brewer
     “Swamp Tale”

Monday, November 19, 2012

Pulp Poem of the Week

You want it all for free,
don’t you?
But the thing is,
you can’t get it for free.
You wanna learn about a person,
it costs you.
And the more you learn,
the more it costs.
Like digging a well,
the deeper you go,
the more expenses you got.
And sometimes it's a helluva lot more
than you can afford.

     David Goodis

     Down There

Monday, November 12, 2012

Pulp Poem of the Week

What I have come to realize
is that there is no hope
for poor people looking for help.
Thank you.
I am so sorry to have troubled you.
I won
t request your help again.

     Seicho Matsumoto
     Pro Bono
     (translated by Andrew Clarke)

Monday, November 5, 2012

Pulp Poem of the Week

He wanted to
grab her,
squeeze her
into a ball,
hammer her
into his heart.

     Gil Brewer

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Book Review: Dave Zeltserman, Fast Lane (2004)

Dave Zeltserman morphs Sheriff Lou Ford into private investigator Johnny Lane with Lou's clichés replaced by Johnny's poppa's folksy aphorisms. The next time you feel like reading The Killer Inside Me, read this instead. Grade: B-