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127,591. The jukebox sways the smoke-filled gloom
Outside, the traffic’s siren song,
Combustion fumes and filmy streaks
Of sin discard blue mellow sounds.
Concrete Babels scrape the turgid sky
And mad dogs roam the plaguing streets,
Pipes disgorge their hothouse fumy breath,
A navvy churns the city’s paving soil.
Chopped all the trees, paved paradise,
Of course, put up a parking lot,
Prefab boxes tumbledown dust,
This midden moulders mutant to the grave.
Tramps discern deformed scrap-sculptures,
Boulders mounting high blocks the lee
Where fish are bade to drink stewy froth,
No murmuring starlings set the evening scene.
Fat planners ooze a private feast,
Connive to conquer last year’s course,
Scowl and pinch, politically decide
To waste the trust saved by public pence.
This craven town votes in vain
By sleight of hand of the masters
With the grand illusion of choice
And the sweet succour of promises.
Full well bends this town to the beat
Of the masters’ rod – drives like sheep
The poor by cruel chance bastard born
Never rise to the peak of stardom’s hill.
But annals crumble ’i the dust,
Rubble stacks so well this cannot be
From some celestial force this way was planned,
’Tis our deluded liberty.
Rocks and dust may in time beget
Shoots of flowers or some fresh tree,
This Earth won’t miss us when we’re gone,
A forgetful hiccup of history.
[esias, Sodom & Gomorrah, 1981]
119,073. Living in a small town one of the keys to survival was your imagination. Nick Nolte
119,074. This idea that people in small towns have small minds, that small towns hold you back, restrict you, has become one of our cultural certainties. (Art & Town) Waldemar Januszczak, Big Sky, Big Dreams, Big Art: Made in the USA e3, BBC 2018
99. There is a tavern in the town,
And there my dear love sits him down. (Tavern & Pub & Town) Traditional shanty
6,167. I have always regarded as a stroke of good fortune that I was not born or brought up in a small American town; they may be the backbone of the nation, but they are also the backbone of ignorance, bigotry, and boredom, all in vast quantities. (Society & United States of America & Town & Prejudice) Gore Vidal, Death Before Bedtime
17,210. How dirty is this town, Nuck? (Gangstas: Atlantic City & Town) Boardwalk Empire: Ourselves Alone s2e2, reporter to Nucky
21,558. Kennington wasn’t just a town, it was our town. (GBH Films & Town & Film Noir) The Captive City 1952 starring John Forsythe & Victor Sutherland & Joan Camden & Harold J Kennedy & Marjorie Crossland & Ray Teal & Martin Milner & Ian Wolfe et al, director Robert Wise, commentary
21,559. How would you like to bust this town wide open? (GBH Films & Town & Film Noir) ibid. bloke in library
21,560. You don’t know this town, not the way I do. (GBH Films & Town & Film Noir) ibid. widow to hero
22,432. We’re finally getting out of this turkey town and now you want to crawl back into your cell, right? (GBH Films & Town) American Graffiti 1973 starring Richard Dreyfuss & Ron Howard & Harrison Ford & Paul Le Mat & Charles Martin Smith & Candy Clark & Wolfman Jack & Bo Hopkins & Kathleen Quinlan et al, director George Lucas, Howard
22,786. I like Larry but I can’t deny he sweats a little. I love this dirty town. (GBH Films & Film Noir & Town) Sweet Smell of Success 1957 starring Burt Lancaster & Tony Curtis & Susan Harrison & Martin Milner & Sam Levene & Chico Hamilton & Emile Meyer & Barbara Nichols et al, director Alexander Mackendrick, Curtis
23,378. They’ll be a hot time in the old town tonight. (Western & Town) High Noon 1952 starring Grace Kelly & Gary Cooper & Lee Van Cleef & Thomas Mitchell & Lloyd Bridges & Katy Jurado & Otto Kruger & Lon Chaney & Ian McDonald & Sheb Wooley & Robert Wilke et al, director Fred Zinnemann, bloke in bar to Ben
23,434. Yellow Sky Fastest Growing Town In The Territory. (Western & Town) Yellow Sky 1948 starring Gregory Peck & Anne Baxter & Richard Widmark & Robert Arthur & Harry Morgan & John Russell & Charles Kemper et al, director William A Wellman, sign
53,677. This town, is coming like a ghost town
All the clubs have been closed down
This place, is coming like a ghost town
Bands won't play no more
too much fighting on the dance floor. The Specials, Ghost Town
53,679. Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives
Clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing
When tears come fast and furious
In a town called Malice. The Jam, A Town Called Malice second verse
53,680. I met my love,
By the gas works wall.
Dreamed a dream,
By the old canal.
I kissed my girl,
By the factory wall.
Dirty old town,
Dirty old town. Ewan MacColl, first verse and chorus
53,681. I hate small towns because once you’ve seen the cannon in the park there's nothing else to do. Lenny Bruce
53,682. The crowds in the big towns, with their mild, knobby faces, their bad teeth and gentle manners, solid breakfasts and gloomy Sundays, smoky towns and winding roads, green fields and red pillar boxes. George Orwell
96,933. As you walk through the industrial towns you lose yourself in labyrinths of little bricks houses blackened by smoke, festering in planless chaos round miry alleys and little cindered yards where there are stinking dust-bins and lines of grimy washing and half-ruinous WCs. The interiors of these houses are always very much the same though the number of rooms varies between two and five. All have an almost exactly similar living-room, ten of fifteen feet square, with an open kitchen range; in the larger ones there is a scullery as well, in the smaller ones the sink and copper are in the living-room … Not a single one has hot water laid on … Great numbers of them are by any ordinary standard not fit for human habitation. (House & Town & Working Class) George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier
96,934. In a town like Wigan, for instance, there are over two thousand houses standing which have been condemned for years, and whole sections of the town would be condemned en bloc if there were any hope of other houses being built to replace them. (House & Town) ibid.
96,937. One thing that always strikes me as mysterious is that so many of the northern towns see fit to build themselves immense and luxurious public buildings at the same time as they are in crying need of dwelling houses. (House & Local Government & Town) ibid.
96,938. In a Corporation estate there is an uncomfortable, almost prison-like atmosphere, and the people who live there are perfectly well aware of it. (House & Town) ibid.
96,939. I sometimes think that the price of liberty is not so much eternal vigilance as eternal dirty. There are some Corporation estates in which new tenants are systematically deloused before being allowed into their houses. (House & Town) ibid.
96,941. It is only when you get a little further north, to the pottery towns and beyond, that you begin to encounter the real ugliness of industrialism – an ugliness so frightful and so arresting that you are obliged, as it were, to come to terms with it.
A slag-heap is at best a hideous thing, because it is so planless and functionless. It is something just dumped on the earth, like the emptying of a giant’s dust-bin. On the outskirts of the mining towns there are frightful landscapes where your horizon is ringed completely round by jagged grey mountains, and underfoot is mud and ashes and overhead the steel cables where tubs of dirt travel slowly across miles of country. (Town & Industry) ibid.
96,942. I remember a winter afternoon in the dreadful environs of Wigan. All round was the lunar landscape of slag-heaps, and to the north, through the passes, as it were, between the mountains of slag, you could see the factory chimneys sending out their plumes of smoke … nothing existed except smoke, shale, ice, mud, ashes, and foul water. (Town & Industry) ibid.
53,683. Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life. D H Lawrence