Haiku About Philip Marlowe Private Eye On The Case

February 25, 2016 at 8:38 pm (Arts, Culture, Detective story, Entertainment, Film, Movies, Poetry) (, , , , , , )

Haiku About Philip Marlowe Private Eye On The Case

Street lights and shadows
click of femme fatale’s high heels
sidewalk of dark noir


  1. anaatcalin said,

    I could actually SEE and FEEL a night in Berlin of the 20s. Powerful and very effective, dear Chirs, indeed a masterwork. Loved this one a lot!

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Thanks very much, Ana. 🙂

      It’s interesting that you could see and feel a night in Berlin of the ’20s.

      Because Philip Marlowe movies were set in the Los Angeles of the 1940s.

      But the Marlowe films were considered examples of that film phenomenon called in the history of American cinema Film Noir.

      And Film Noir was of course influenced by Alfred Hitchcock’s British films of the late 1920s and early 1930s.

      And of course Hitchcock learned his filmmaking trade in the early 1920s by working in the German film studios in Berlin when German Expressionistic Cinema was in full vogue learning his craft from the directors of such films as The 1920 Cabinet of Dr. Caligari and the 1922 Nosferatu.

      So the use of light and shadow in Berlin film making of the ’20s traveled to Hitchcock’s London of the late ’20s and early ’30s and then crossed the Atlantic to influence Hollywood film making of the ’40s and early ’50s.

      So it’s interesting that the feel of a night in Berlin in the ’20s that you felt in this poem would be felt in the movie feel of a night in 1930s London and then the same feel and atmosphere would be felt in a night in early 1940s Los Angeles as Private Eye Philip Marlowe pounded the pavement against a backdrop of neon lights and shadowy back alleys.

  2. doesitevenmatter3 said,

    Excellent haiku, Christopher!
    It paints amazing word pics in my mind!
    Love the mystery and wonderings this leaves me with today!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

  3. ѕнєяяιє ∂є ναℓєяια said,

    As always you are the Master of Haiku.
    Beautifully written.
    It sounded very much of dark street in front of my house.
    It can look pretty creepy there. 😛

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Thanks very much, Sherrie. 🙂

      So you have a dark street in front of your house eh?

      I imagine it looks even creepier when you’ve eaten too many magic mushrooms. 😛

      • ѕнєяяιє ∂є ναℓєяια said,

        My garden has a view of the forest and the mountains, and the river. It is the most beautiful sight and one can see this from the kitchen view, the study room and the living room. I am glad that even the dining room is facing that view.

        But the front view are of plain flat field of grass and there is a moor not far from it. There are walls and walls of greyish stone that separate the flat field and the moor, where no one is allow to cross over for the danger of sinking. But still, the moor is quite far and the kids never go there either. It is the creepiest part of the land itself and it is nearing the edge of the old village town where they have the history of burning witches and witches trials.

        And yes, the front road of the house certainly look very creepy at night. I noticed that the dark shadows cast on the road by the street lights right behind some naked trees make the effect quite dramatic. My children never like it because they think somehow that someone is standing on the other side of the road and it came from the moor. It frightens me, really, because I remembered well when my Suada was just reaching her four years of age when she told me a dark man talked to her, begging for her to cross over the road. She never did because she cried and said he has strange eyes.

        I called the police, of course, and they investigated the place and go over to the walls, searching the border – nothing there. But it send chills down my spine … Who knows who she saw … ugh! I don’t want to know.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        It certainly sounds like a very sinister individual who was calling to your Suada.

        Glad she didn’t cross the road.

        That haunting moor you describe sounds a lot like the haunting moor Sir Arthur Conan Doyle described in The Hound of The Baskervilles.

      • ѕнєяяιє ∂є ναℓєяια said,

        Thank goodness that there is no such thing as the hound! LOL It would be horrific if the old myth or legend emerges suddenly out of the mist from the moor … I did had a walk there once – that was a few years back. I followed the safer trails which are human-made and you should never go beyond that. It is quite a pretty place in summer, but when autumn comes it becomes foggy and the mist hovered right above the land like transparent white curtains of the dead … But such a place inspires one to write a good ghost story.

        When we first moved to this place, we were told by the landlord about the danger of passing over to the moor. It was later that I understood well why the neighbours bothers much to put lanterns on the walls so that people knows this is the border. A good idea too. The least the greyish walls look merrier in the darkest time of winter. 🙂

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Thank goodness for those lanterns. 🙂

        Your description of the moor as “when autumn comes it becomes foggy and the mist hovered right above the land like transparent curtains of the dead” reminds me of the desolate area around the Talbot estate in the 1941 Universal Pictures Lon Chaney Jr. Horror film The Wolfman where Larry Talbot the Wolfman wandered around.

        As the poem in the movie went,

        “Even a man who says his prayers as he kneels by bed at night
        can become a wolf when the wolf bane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.”

      • ѕнєяяιє ∂є ναℓєяια said,

        Oh, yes. I remembered that movie very well enough. The one part I never forget is that when he strangled the woman! I was like, “Why does woman at that time always screaming like that? It is so girlie!” LOL

        And yes, even a man who says his prayers can become a wolf and sometimes he is the worse wolf. Indeed.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        The reason why she screamed is because Bela Lugosi presented her with the bill for the tarot card and palmistry fortune telling reading. 😀

        Yes, that’s very true even a man who says his prayers can turn into the worse wolf.

      • ѕнєяяιє ∂є ναℓєяια said,

        I think, I too, will scream like that if I ever encounter Chewbaka in the wood! LOL But gladly, I never see any hairy man nor creatures there.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        And if you ever saw Donald Trump in the woods with his red spider monkey furry hairpiece, then there’d be Hell toupee. 😀

      • ѕнєяяιє ∂є ναℓєяια said,

        wah hahahaha …
        I would not going to face Trump there.
        If he did emerge from the wood and start to preach, people would have already build a church with his name. LOL He will for sure beat all the Mormonites & Jehovahians asses!

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Yes, he’s definitely a bigger ass than the Mormons and the Jehovah’s Witnesses. 😀

      • ѕнєяяιє ∂є ναℓєяια said,

        Oh! Kim got to break the internet again.
        Trumpy boy stole her throne of booties lol

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Yes, Kim and Donald trying to fight over a Throne of Booties. LOL !

        2 Boobs Fight Over Booties! read the headlines.

      • ѕнєяяιє ∂є ναℓєяια said,

        LOL 😀

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,


  4. Dave Williams said,

    In a Little Free Library, I discovered a book of short stories that include Phillip Marlowe. A really nice find. And your haiku does a good job of painting a noir picture… it’s neat how 3 short lines can get you into that noir atmosphere.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Thank you so much, Dave. 🙂

      I’m happy to know that the 3 lines of my haiku transports the reader into that noir atmosphere.

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