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Cormac Mccarthy - Blog Posts
you're born in December and im born in June
you'll wait?
I'll wait.
missing you in appalachia
Got your Bible, got your gun
theres things I wanna talk about but better not to give
put on some lipstick and a smile, and follow her rhythm.
tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass
On this road there are no godspoke men.
They are gone and I am left
and they have taken with them the world.
Recently I finished rereading Blood meridian and that has caused me to search for any similarities to it in other media. Mostly just noticing similar themes in movies but last night I watched Raiders of the Lost Ark and oh my godd... these two characters reminded me so much of The Judge, I think I might be loosing it a little,,, like especially him (Major Arnold Toht) wearing all black in a desert?? hello????
And they are dancing, the board floor slamming under the jackboots and the fiddlers grinning hideously over their canted pieces. Towering over them all is the judge and he is naked dancing, his small feet lively and quick and now in double-time and bowing to the ladies, huge and pale and hairless, like an enormous infant. He never sleeps, he says. He says he’ll never die. He bows to the fiddlers and sashays backward and throws back his head and laughs deep in his throat and he is a great favorite, the judge. He wafts his hat and the lunar dome of his skull passes palely under the lamps and he swings about and takes possession of one of the fiddles and he pirouettes and makes a pass, two passes, dancing and fiddling at once. His feet are light and nimble. He never sleeps. He says that he will never die. He dances in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
(added the music, myself 😊)
🎻 Artwork: The Judge - Aleksey Efremov 🎻 Music: Devil's Trill Sonata - Giuseppe Tartini
The shadows of the smallest stones lay like pencil lines across the sand and the shapes of the men and their mounts advanced elongate before them like strands of the night from which they'd ridden, like tentacles to bind them to the darkness yet to come Blood Meridian
My little book collection
They were made for each other. I’m not sure how Am would feel about Holden but Holden would definitely admire Am. Am does nothing but exert his power over others and to the Judge that is the only thing worth doing.