How sweet does it seem When we look back Remembering the children we were Remembering the excitement Of opening presents straight from Father Christmas Of eating turkey and plum pudding All smiles and peace We long for the good old days But if we think really hard We remember the fights The shouting, the tears…
They wait and they watch The twilight people In the liminal space Between awake and asleep Their eyes stare always Sometimes they come close Sometimes from a distance They never speak Sometimes they are men, sometimes women Dogs or cats, lions or wolves Sometimes they are only eyes Eyes that never blink They are waiting…
Petite prima does perpetual pirouette On a tiny turntable to a tinny tune She dances you into memory Into the past of childhood Then you watched her dance And imagined a world of wonder Now you are old Childhood dreams are ashes in your mouth The tinny tune that gave you hope Makes you weep
“Perfume: The Story of a Murderer” cannot be said to be a murder mystery, as its title tells us what it is about, and the murderer is the protagonist. It has a unique hook, as in the motive of the murderer, a man with a hyperacute sent of smell, being to find and harness the…
Man shakes fist at an empty sky They’re all out to get me! is his cry I need to find my own safe crowd We’ll shout together, nice and loud They’re all out to get us! the people shout Come join us if you wanna get out We’ll stand and repeat the same old lies…
It is rare to understand the value of smallness To be a microdot in an infinite universe Is to be free Free to become your own best friend Free to touch the world around you With kindness and respect Understand you need never worry About the state of the world Small you cannot save everything…
“Tales from the Crypt” is a British anthology movie comprising five short stories, with a framing story involving five people on a tour of some kind of catacombs, apparently getting separated from their group and coming across a man in a monk’s robes who makes each one of them see a story ostensibly about their…
It’s coming Closer every day Civilizations rise and fall Soon it’s our turn The day when everything changes Build your walls high Arm yourselves Rip up your lawns and plant vegetables Learn how to DIY Because it’s coming And you want to survive Don’t you?
The things I tied my soul to Are broken beyond repair Shards in my hand No longer beautiful The things I took delight in Are rotted away Consumed by scavengers Til nothing remains I stand in ashes They say ashes make things grow But how do I start again By turning my back on the…
Based on a short story by Robert Graves, “The Shout” tells the story of a man who (supposedly) has learned a mystical skill from Australian Aborigines, a shout that can kill. I am not familiar with the director (Jerzy Skolimowski) but it does have an excellent cast, headed by John Hurt, Alan Bates and Susannah…
Eclectic Assemblage 