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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFp-7Zr3ziw When I walk in your shoesI understand a man confusedThere must have been but I don’t careI feel the way your soul does thereDarling they empathiseLooking through your bloodshot… Read More »Amy Winehouse Help Yourself: fabulous voice – heal thyself !
Tusitala Tuition and Essay Feedback Service. What is so special about Tusitala Tuition is YOU- the student! Every English Student is an individual with particular talents and interests.… Read More »
George held the chalk to his mouth and tried to forget how he used to write her name. If he forgot the first letter then maybe he could lose the… Read More »chalk
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. This is vintage Marquez.… Read More »Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Opening to One Hundred Years of solitude
“On the day they were going to kill him, Santiago Nasar got up at five-thirty in the morning to wait for the boat the bishop was coming on.” Once again… Read More »Why do we continue Reading Marquez's Chronicle of a Death Foretold?
”His goat climbed that tree twice…”
“Honey,” she said in the middle of the first course. “Have you let your character in yet?” “What do you mean, Shaz?” I replied, slightly wearily. I always find that… Read More »Rupert Everett : Red Carpets and other Banana Skins – on Sharon Stone
Mabel Chiltern : To look at a thing is quite different from seeing a thing, and one does not see anything until one sees its beauty. Lord Arthur Goring: I’m sorry,… Read More »Rupert Everett In Wilde's Ideal Husband
One by one they appear inthe darkness: a few friends, anda few with historical names. How late they start to shine!but before they fade they standperfectly embodied, all the past… Read More »Thom Gunn: My Sad Captains
The snail pushes through a green night, for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path he makes, where rain has darkened the earth’s dark. He… Read More »Thom Gunn: Considering the Snail
As you beganYou’ll end the year with me.We’ll hug each other while we can.Work or stray while we must.Nothing is, or will ever be,Mine, I suppose. No one can hold… Read More »Thom Gunn: In Trust, The Dump
Where I lived – winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint, to break the ice. My broken heart – I tried that, but… Read More »Demeter
so much dependsupon a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the whitechickens.
I wake up cold, I whoProspered through dreams of heat Wake to their residue, Sweat, and a clinging sheet. My flesh was its own shield: Where it was gashed, it… Read More »Thom Gunn: The Man with the Night Sweats
Seasons were now irrelevant. His saucepans were too heavy. His coats impossible for him to put on. He would hold out his arms like a child when he wanted to… Read More »Hands
It was as if his Aunt had been preserved in honey. Her voice sounded nearly as he wanted her to sound and she looked almost like the face at the front of… Read More »landings
The Hug It was your birthday, we had drunk and dinedHalf of the night with our old friendWho’d showed us in the endTo a bed I reached in one… Read More »Thom Gunn: The Hug
Alice saw her first. The hands were as long as before and held some gardening device that looked familiar. Everything was in shadow so Alice guessed at the mouth and… Read More »habanera in a shed
George watched the dancing hands play with each moment, sending time forwards then backwards even side-ways …Could time move side-ways? George looked into the steadying blue eyes and realised he… Read More »hibiscus
George smelt his father’s wrist as he stood under his outstretched hand. He smelt of paperclips somehow. His father always carried his office with him. They both remained close enough… Read More »Alice meets George
Alice had stopped tying her laces one Tuesday morning in June. There seemed something irredeemably arrogant about tying one’s shoes tightly with little bits of cord when so much of life… Read More »Alice
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDsmS98zH0k&mode=related&search= You’re just too good to be true.Can’t take my eyes off you.You’d be like heaven to touch. I wannahold you so much. At long last love hasarrived. And I… Read More »Lauryn Hill: Cant take my eyes off of you
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=NcIunSkns0s (Not anywhere near the best version…but) This magnificent song of the mellifluous Nina makes me tingle…pulls at the sinews of the soul, wets them with hot tears… Read More »Nina Simone – Porgy (I Love You, Porgy) by Moira
George had once stood inside his aunt’s wardrobe for several hours whilst his parents pretended to look for him. He held his aunt’s tired dresses across his face and wept.… Read More »Not Narnia
My desert island book would have to be A Suitable Boy. From the pistachio ice cream in the opening chapter to the orange peel on the train in the final… Read More »Vikram Seth: A Suitable Boy by Carmel Riley
Witches here too. Going to bed when the chickens are in.
October. George stood in a green kitchen with grey and orange lino watching his Aunt iron. His special vest scratched at his thin chest and the windows reflected back to him an intense,… Read More »George
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xsj66S6Xuw Everybody all around the world, stand up all my brothersJoining our hands, united we’re strongerFighting for peace, caring about our loved onesTrusting ourselves, sharing our feeling, believe… Read More »Sydney Youngblood: If Only I could
