Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets

'Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets' is many things: a portrait of a dying Americana, a chance to air-lick the salt of the earth, a Depression-era David Lynch movie, a tour through a monastery to which broken people retreat to mumble the secrets of existence, poetry slams delivered with bleary eyes and slumped shoulders, sharing a lot of things that were occasionally true but more often than not, not. It'...