a man lies dying on the ground. another man listens to the dying mans last words. he writes them down. he promises hell deliver them to the dying mans wife. except unlike in the song the man aint a stranger who happened upon the dying man. the man is familiar to the dying man. he is familiar to everyone. he is ned kelly and he is the dying mans killer and the ink on the note he promises to carry will soon be washed away by the rain.
give my love to rose
July 25, 2008 · 4 Comments
Categories: books
Tagged: johnny cash, ned kelly, peter carey, true history of the kelly gang
4 responses so far ↓
Nerdhappy // July 25, 2008 at 11:59 am |
I’ll just wait until the film comes out…
beep?
ope // July 25, 2008 at 12:15 pm |
no beep. mick jagger in 1970.
retotted // July 29, 2008 at 11:36 pm |
much like the R2R scorebook this season.
dillinger « unconquerable gladness // June 25, 2009 at 1:19 pm |
[...] been written by someone else. stop. shoulda been historical novel w hard-boiled fantasticals. stop. ned kelly spoilt me. stop. but dig these indiana towns: lima. peru. greencastle. michigan adjectival [...]