Rose Clarion Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

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I know some corners others don’t, ya know? Like that abandoned warehouse on Cherry Ln that now hosts impromptu art jams and secret gigs. The energy there—fuh – it’s like, "I’m too old for dis, but dis is my soul!" LOL. And then there’s the hidden alley behind Lancaster St. where local poets scribble dreams on walls. Crazy scattered, real spontaneous... reminds me of those to-and-fro cuts in that movie. The delirious notes, the mad dreams—so emotional man!

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