I want to start this review by saying I do not like slasher films. On the whole I find them pointless – usually involving mysterious guys in masks stomping around chopping people up in gory ways just because. That makes no sense to me. “You’re Next” was recommended to me as being not that kind…
Will o’ wisp dances in forest dark and deep Follow, weary traveller, to where you can find sleep I will lead you surely, just watch my guiding light Just a little further, keep my flame in sight. Don’t regard the mud that now is underneath your feet A cosy bed awaits you, soft and warm…
All over the world and through history, there have been myths and legends associated with beings who live in the ocean, rivers, or lakes. These magical people are depicted with varying levels of power, and also vary as to whether they are friendly or otherwise. They can hypnotise, tell the future, sink ships, and so…
Spinning threads through the days The mind starts weaving, building We make the stories of our lives Constructing the tapestry of fantasy To leave our mark Future people will read The legends of our times We disguise unwelcome truth With the coloured threads of wish And always, since the beginning We paint legacy with agenda…
There were stone stairs, unexpected Right there in the middle of the park They were beautiful, with carved banisters Leading down into a glade of sorts Dark trees rose on either side of the path Shutting out the sun The track quickly vanishing in the gloom No sound No birds, animals, not even wind Following…
Most people know “Frankenstein” through its basic premise and its many adaptations. Man creates human creature from parts of dead bodies, and, in true horror fashion, everything goes wrong. But not so many people are familiar with the actual original story. In a format that was not unusual for the nineteenth century, this story is…
What would you think What would you say after all this time It’s been so long And you never showed your hand even then What did you think of me Were you proud, or disappointed And now all I’ve managed is to keep on Holding on by broken and bloodied fingernails Setting one increasingly shaky…
The children of light Inheritors of the promise Join hands on that day And walk together, singing The rest will run and hide They will rage and cry But the sons and daughters of the King Will lift their eyes to the sun And walk with joy Into eternity
“Night of the Hunter” is the only film legendary actor Charles Laughton ever directed. Unfortunately, it was a flop on release, and he never directed again. This is a shame, as this was a great film, if not without its flaws. Robert Mitchum plays Harry Powell, a self-styled reverend who cons and kills widows in…
I see you shine like a beaconYour sidereal soul warms like the cosiest fireYou float, ethereal, the centre of my worldThe sun around which I orbitYou fill the lacuna of meUntil I want for nothing moreAt last I am complete in you
Eclectic Assemblage 