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Dennis Hopper’s photographs, 1961-67

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Ricardo Bofill, pimp architect, 1985, Paris
J’ai trouvé l’homme de ma vie
Kurosawa riding a train like a boss, early 1960’s.
William S. Burroughs. Paris and the ‘Beat Hotel’
Burroughs moved into a rundown hotel in the Latin Quarter of Paris in 1959 when Naked Lunch was still looking for a publisher since Tangier, Morocco with its easy access to drugs, small groups of homosexuals, growing political unrest and odd collection of criminals became increasingly unhealthy for Burroughs.
In Paris, he met with Ginsberg and talked with Olympia Press. In so doing, he left a brewing legal problem, which eventually transferred itself to Paris. Paul Lund, a former British career criminal and cigarette smuggler whom Burroughs met in Tangier, was arrested on suspicion of importing narcotics into France. Lund gave up Burroughs and some evidence implicated Burroughs in the possible importation into France of narcotics. Once again, the man faced criminal charges, this time in Paris for conspiracy to import opiates, when the Moroccan authorities forwarded their investigation to French officials. Yet it was under this impending threat of criminal sanction that Maurice Girodias published Naked Lunch, and it was helpful in getting Burroughs a suspended sentence, as a literary career, according to Ted Morgan, is a respected profession in France.
The ‘Beat Hotel’ was a typical European-style rooming house hotel, with common toilets on every floor, and a small place for personal cooking in the room. Life there was documented by the photographer Harold Chapman, who lived in the attic room. This shabby, inexpensive hotel was populated by Gregory Corso, Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky for several months after Naked Lunch first appeared. Burroughs used the $3,000 advance from Grove Press to buy drugs.
Bogdan Dziworski

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La fille sur le pont - Patrice Leconte (1999)

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Lucio Dalla - Cara

Tu corri dietro al vento e sembri una farfalla
e con quanto sentimento ti blocchi e guardi la mia spalla
se hai paura a andar lontano, puoi volarmi nella mano
ma so già cosa pensi, tu vorresti partire
come se andare lontano fosse uguale a morire
e non c’e’ niente di strano ma non posso venire

Così come una farfalla ti sei alzata per scappare
ma ricorda che a quel muro ti avrei potuta inchiodare
se non fossi uscito fuori per provare anch’io a volare

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Claude Chabrol et Jean-Luc Godard à la rédaction des Cahiers du Cinéma

l’amore forse è più importante della vita ma questa vita è così importante

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