Tag Archives: Montgomery Clift

Everything again

What if memory’s just the dead, flourishing differently from how they flourished alive? — Carl Phillips, Stop Shaking Twenty-five years later, calm as compline, hushed as heavy snow, wired to a dozen impassive monitors, she left. Or rather, what remained, the mortal wound inflicted long ago: the loss, the betrayal, the accident that changed everything. […]

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The surf rolls over their impress still the sand at Halona Cove does not erase  Lancaster and Kerr embracing here forever consumed by hunger they cannot sate.  Sinatra looks for trouble and finds it finds it in spades keeps finding it. Clift still loves the Army which doesn’t love him still plays  a beautiful bugle […]