Tell me muse,
storyteller,
he who has been thrust to the edge of the world both an infant and an ancient,
and through him reveal Everyman.
With time, those who listened to me became my readers.
They no longer sit in a circle, but apart, and one doesn't know anything about the other.
I'm an old man with a broken voice but the story still rises from the depths and the slowly opened mouth repeats it as clearly as it does powerfully,
a liturgy for which no one needs to be initiated to the meaning of the words and sentences.

Wim Wenders Wings Of Desire 1987
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When my love
Stands next to your love
I can't compel love
When it's not love
It's not love
It's not love
Which is my face
Which is a building
Which is on fire - on fire

When my love
Stands next to your love
I can't define love
When it's not love
It's not love
It's not love
Which is my face
Which is a building
Which is on fire - on fire

I've got two loves
I've got two loves
And make 'em tweet tweet tweet like little birds
I've got two loves / two loves / two loves
Which is my face
Which is a building
Which is on fire - on fire

It's not love
It's not love
Which is my face
Which is a building
Which is on fire - on fire


David Byrne (1977)

 
 
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'L.A. County was large, topographically diverse and traversable only by freeway. Freeways streamlined body-disposal problems. Killers could zip to remote canyons and dump their victims fast. Freeways and freeway embankments were four-star drop zones. He rated freeways by their body-dump past and body-dump potential. Every stretch of L.A. freeway marked a dump site or the route to a crime scene. Every on-and off-ramp led to some murder.' James Ellroy My Dark Places (1996:159-60).

'Dream logic distorted the details. Victims moved between crime scenes and displayed conflicting signs of death. They came to life sometimes. They looked older or younger or just like when they fell…The instant resurrections were unnerving. The women were supposed to stay dead. Murder brought them to him. His love began the moment they died.'  James Ellroy My Dark Places (1996:157).



 
 
Things are hotting up for A Library Is On Fire! This week we've been sorting out publicity, updating the website, talking to lots of people (check out David's interview in Crack magazine) and thinking about hospitality...
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