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At Joan's


It is almost three
I sit at the marble top
sorting poems, miserable
the little lamp glows feebly
I don't glow at all

I have another cognac
and stare at two little paintings
of Jean-Paul's, so great
I must do so much
or did they just happen

the breeze is cool
barely a sound filters up
through my confused eyes
I am lonely for myself
I can't find a real poem

if it won't happen to me
what shall I do

-Frank O'Hara
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
  - William Shakespeare "The Tempest"
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Going Postal - Terry Pratchet
Blast from the Past - Ben Elton
Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination - Helen Fielding

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Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
Withnail and I (a few times)
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