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Ozymandias, as it might have been written by Matt Abbott

He were reet, reet owd, this bloke I saw dahn Westgate.

He went on about two stones: he needed to confess it.

He were mostly drunk. 128 more words


Pastiche #2: Neruda

This city breathes stars,
it breeds numbers
over and over again, in its
undying, irreplaceable haste.

It gives, and give and gives.
Softly, it whispers. 78 more words

High Anxiety (1977)

My first experience with Alfred Hitchcock wasn’t actually with the work of the man himself. When I was a child, my grandparents lived in Waukegan, a suburb of Chicago, and I would often spend a month or two with them every summer. 900 more words


Fairytale Pastiche

Her grandmother had given her the cloak. Once it had been a very fine thing, though now worn almost threadbare, she treasured it all the same. 756 more words



Directed by Alfonso Gomez-Rejon

The much-loved Sundance smash of the year, Me and Earl and the Dying Girl, is the bittersweet coming-of-age film full of pop-culture references and witty, insecure teenagers that everybody’s talking about. 226 more words


Riti, riti, kamoliņi

Riti, riti, kamoliņi,

Viena diega garumā.

Cauri skavām laika zobā,

Ceļa dzelkšņu skarbumā.

Skrieni, skrieni, kamoliņi,

Vēsās rasas atmodā,

Smagās tveices skurbumā,

Zemes stīgu vijumā. 21 more words

Poetry In Latvian