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"Search and Destroy" (1973)

The forgotten sub-genre that is protestsploitation.

I'm a street walking cheetah

With a heart full of napalm

I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb

I am a world's forgotten boy

The one who searches and destroys

Honey gotta help me please

Somebody gotta save my soul

Baby detonates for me

Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology !

Ain't got time to make no apology

Soul radiation in the dead of night

Love in the middle of a fire fight

Honey gotta strike me blind

Somebody gotta save my soul

Baby penetrates my mind

And I'm the world's forgotten boy

The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy

And honey I'm the world's forgotten boy

The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy

Forgotten boy, forgotten boy

Forgotten boy said
Hey forgotten boy

The Searchers (1956)

When a "full-screen" film ends on television, everyone grows taller, skinnier, rolled over by those involved with the film's production. In John Ford's The Searchers, it is not the reformatting of the film (to accommodate its credits) that changes the shape of its racist hero, but the sliding door of its post-production frame.

Searching

Searching is a growth industry.

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Tropismes (1957)

Two weeks ago New Directions Press republished an English edition of Nathalie Sarraute's Tropismes (1957), as translated by Maria Jolas. The edition appears as part of NDP's Pearls series, whose covers favour geometric (abstract) forms; but with the Sarraute edition, these covers have taken a figurative, childlike turn. 

"As Verlaine said and the wind is blowing…"

Serge Gainsbourg's mention of Verlaine -- could it be in reference to the latter's "What Sayest Thou, Traveller"? The sixth stanza in particular?

Has that dull innocence been punished as it should?
What sayest though? Man is hard -- but woman? And thy tears,
Who has been drinking? And into what ear so good
Dost pour thy woes for it to pour into other ears?