The bell clangs, not with the metallic shrill of victory, but with the weary wheeze of a midway calliope past its prime. A Knockout—long buried in the tomb of second-reel fillers—explodes from nitrate like a fist through wet tissue, flinging flecks of sepia poetry across the projector beam. Jess Weldon’s nameless sc...
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Herman C. Raymaker
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" The bell clangs, not with the metallic shrill of victory, but with the weary wheeze of a midway calliope past its prime. A Knockout—long buried in the tomb of second-reel fillers—explodes from nitrate like a fist through wet tissue, flinging flecks of sepia poetry across the projector beam. Jess Weldon’s nameless scrapper pads into frame on pigeon-toed feet, shoulders hinged like a broken marionette. Every twitch of his calico trunks feels sketched by George Bellows after a three-day bender: ..."
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