Every two weeks Sean McTiernan creates a double bill in the hopes of exploring and understanding another aspect of thriller cinema.
“Thank god skin-patch is nearly gone And the impress of fingers dead Have disappeared and left me alone
That one night I did not put jackboots on Don't want to end Reflection It's still there, though I am gone” - The Fall, Bremen Nacht
"My friends, you should not live like this." - Chekhov, when asked what his plays were supposed to convey.
"For we know that if our earthly house, this tent, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." - II Corinthians, 5:1 NKJV
‘Blake is always unexpected. If you think you know all the works, you’re wrong. There’s always something that comes up; if it’s not a new work, then an old work will appear in a different kind of way. There are certain works I’m completely obsessed by and I don’t know how he made them. I don’t know how he made them at that time because there’s nothing like them: they’re completely original. I think his thing was originality.’ - Brian Catling
“So many great books have drowned in respect” - Iain Sinclair, Crash
“Vaughn never been a duck-and-diver He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva Hold it like a truck driver hold a CB on a sharp turn Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburn…” - Viktor Vaughn, Saliva
"Into the thundering cannon and into the murdering gun" - William Blake, Jerusalem
"And in Hell beneath & a mighty & awful change threatend the Earth. The American War began. All its dark horrors passed before my face..."
- William Blake, Letter to John Flaxman September 12 1800 I'm joined on this episode by fellow Live At The Death Factory host and writer Astrid Rose, whose work you can find here: https://astridannerose.gumroad.com/
"...writing could provide me with the means of so radically outwitting myself that I could bring my hidden experiences, my unadmitted self into view." - Raymond Roussel
"The Stumbling Block is an ark of extinction. A bouillon hive of the murdered past, frozen dry to a mass. Something has warmed its corner, the oxoed grit bleeds a vein of contagion, virulent in its passion to embrace and swim in human tides" - Brian Catling, The Stumbling Block
"Cough up a pointless lecture Does it matter? Vomit me more conjecture Doesn't matter Argue till your left brain dies Does it matter? Presume to abuse my time Doesn't matter Let me paint a perfect picture Let it read like a holy scripture The words that leave my mouth Are just words you can live without Found community a struggle for me It's a collision: clash and grieve Nonsense screws and breeds Thoughts untethered went lost at sea" - Touché Amore, Circa 95
"...okay, that's life, that's what I was told anyway And picking your feet till they bleed may be the half of it If every fourth animal in the world is a beetle Maybe every fourth person is a dumb fuck Listen, listen carefully now: here's the answer It rhymes with axe Why it's those personal acts, of course Those personal acts Those suicide pacts Those carelessly stored razorblades in the hands of small children It's my face smeared on the pavement It's Everyday It's Everyday" - Everyday I Start To Ooze, Nomeansno
"BE WHO YOU ARE, WRECK THEM, AND THEN DIE" - Rammellzee
"There are no castles without ghosts And no spirits without hope But nobody passes the test of time I do not fear the buried sounds Of words that echo underground A memory is a loaded gun And I remember everyone I remember everyone I remember you" - Ghosts, Nomeansno