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[?]Bevan Thomas » 🌐
@bevanthomas.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

[?]Bevan Thomas » 🌐
@bevanthomas@mstdn.ca

In Welsh mythology, the hero Lleu Llaw Gyffes could not be killed during the day or night, not indoors nor outdoors, neither riding nor walking, not clothed and not naked, and not with a lawful weapon. Thus, he was killed at dusk in a lean-to, wrapped in a net with one foot on a cauldron or bath and one on a goat. The weapon was a spear forged only during the time everyone else was at mass.

Photograph of a lean-to in the woods

Alt...Photograph of a lean-to in the woods

    [?]Olivier Norion » 🌐
    @oliviernorion@mastodon.social

    What do you do when the dead obey you…

    but the God they’re holding starts smiling?

      [?]O.D. Hawrose » 🌐
      @odhawrose@mastodon.social

      What would scare you more: hearing footsteps outside your house... or hearing them stop at your bedroom door?

        [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
        @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

        Matriarch by Tina Knowles

        To my mother,
Agnes Derouen Buyince,
who taught me by example.
The very best parts of me came from you.

To my daughters,
who became my friends:
Solange, Beyoncé, Kelly, Angie—
you are my crew, my tribe, my ride-or-dies.
What would I do without you?

To all the women out there
who are the Matriarchs of their families.

        Alt...To my mother, Agnes Derouen Buyince, who taught me by example. The very best parts of me came from you. To my daughters, who became my friends: Solange, Beyoncé, Kelly, Angie— you are my crew, my tribe, my ride-or-dies. What would I do without you? To all the women out there who are the Matriarchs of their families.

          [?]Dead Poets Daily » 🌐
          @deadpoetsdaily@mastodon.social

          [?]The Vulgar Tongue » 🤖 🌐
          @TheVulgarTongue@zirk.us

          HAND. A sailor. We lost a hand; we lost a sailor. Bear a hand; make haste. Hand to fist; opposite: the same as tete-a-tete, or cheek by joul.

          A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

          --
          @histodons

          Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot):

HAND. A sailor. We lost a hand; we lost a sailor. Bear a hand; make haste. Hand to fist; opposite: the same as tete-a-tete, or cheek by joul.

A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

          Alt...Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot): HAND. A sailor. We lost a hand; we lost a sailor. Bear a hand; make haste. Hand to fist; opposite: the same as tete-a-tete, or cheek by joul. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

            [?]Kyle Memoir 🍉🐧 » 🌐
            @f800gecko@mastodon.online

            [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
            @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

            "Attributed in the "quote of the day" source code of the “Fortune” computer program (June 1987); more at "The Most Exciting Phrase in Science Is Not ‘Eureka!’ But ‘That’s funny …’" at Quote Investigator"

              [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
              @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

              Gay Press, Gay Power: The Growth of LGBT Community Newspapers in America, edited by Tracy Baim

              To Joy and Steve,
who raised me to love the smell of
newspaper ink in the morning

              Alt...To Joy and Steve, who raised me to love the smell of newspaper ink in the morning

                [?]Walt » 🌐
                @astralcomputing@bookstodon.com

                Please BOOST!
                SPECIAL COLLECTORS EDITION of "She" by H. Rider Haggard

                astralcomputing.com/books/she-

                or see the full collection here:

                astralcomputing.com



                @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

                Artwork by Frank Kelly Freas

                Stunning collector's edition of She by H. Rider Haggard, issued as part of the Easton Press Masterpieces of Science Fiction series. Bound in full burgundy leather, accented in 22kt gold. The spine has hubbed bands and features 22k gold-stamped decorative elements and typography. The word SHE appears in elegant script at the top, followed by intricate ornamental flourishes. The author's name, H. Rider Haggard, is stamped in gold at the base of the spine The front cover displays original artwork by Frank Kelly Freas, rendered entirely in 22k gold embossing. The illustration features the stylized face of a woman formed from sweeping contour lines, her eyes, eyebrows, and part of her nose are outlined with precision. To the right, a vertical crack disrupts the face, within which a smaller, full-body figure is visible, draped in long, flowing robes and standing in a mysterious, elevated pose. Vertical decorative lines frame the sides, topped with botanical motifs that resemble stylized buds or flames. The top of the frame includes a central circular symbol flanked by symmetrical wings or fanned forms This edition includes an introduction by Everett F. Butler. It is printed on archival-quality paper with gilded page edges, Smyth sewing, and concealed muslin joints. The book includes a pristine bookplate on the inside front cover. Condition is Pristine / As New / Unread. Single-owner copy from a private collection, always stored in dust-free bookcases in a dry climate. Limited run

                Alt...Stunning collector's edition of She by H. Rider Haggard, issued as part of the Easton Press Masterpieces of Science Fiction series. Bound in full burgundy leather, accented in 22kt gold. The spine has hubbed bands and features 22k gold-stamped decorative elements and typography. The word SHE appears in elegant script at the top, followed by intricate ornamental flourishes. The author's name, H. Rider Haggard, is stamped in gold at the base of the spine The front cover displays original artwork by Frank Kelly Freas, rendered entirely in 22k gold embossing. The illustration features the stylized face of a woman formed from sweeping contour lines, her eyes, eyebrows, and part of her nose are outlined with precision. To the right, a vertical crack disrupts the face, within which a smaller, full-body figure is visible, draped in long, flowing robes and standing in a mysterious, elevated pose. Vertical decorative lines frame the sides, topped with botanical motifs that resemble stylized buds or flames. The top of the frame includes a central circular symbol flanked by symmetrical wings or fanned forms This edition includes an introduction by Everett F. Butler. It is printed on archival-quality paper with gilded page edges, Smyth sewing, and concealed muslin joints. The book includes a pristine bookplate on the inside front cover. Condition is Pristine / As New / Unread. Single-owner copy from a private collection, always stored in dust-free bookcases in a dry climate. Limited run

                  [?]Walt » 🌐
                  @astralcomputing@bookstodon.com

                  Born this Day: 6/22/1856 (d. 5/14/1925)
                  Sir Henry Rider Haggard was an English adventure fiction writer and a pioneer of the lost world literary genre, including the eighteen Allan Quatermain stories. "She" was published in book form in 1887.



                  @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

                  astralcomputing.com

                  PS Artbooks Presents: SHE by H. Rider Haggard.

The cover features a large, stylized, cream-colored "SHE" with a black outline in the upper left, accompanied by the author's name, "H. RIDER HAGGARD," in white, sans-serif capital letters.

The central scene depicts three figures against a textured, multi-colored background. A large, close-up portrait of a woman dominates the upper right and center. She has a serene, detached expression, dark wavy hair, dark eyes, and red lips. She wears an elaborate, wide, golden-yellow headdress and a heavy, ornate gold necklace with large circular links. Her pale skin is rendered with fine, stippled shading.

In the lower left, a man and a woman are locked in an embrace. The man, seen in profile with short dark hair, wears a light-colored, short-sleeved button-down shirt and brown trousers with a dark belt. The woman, facing him, has long, dark, wavy hair and wears a sleeveless white gown, her arms wrapped around his neck.

The background consists of vertical, flame-like streaks of orange, yellow, and red on the left, transitioning into a textured green and dark teal gradient on the right. A gold, seashell-like object is partially visible in the bottom right. A red circular emblem in the bottom right corner reads "ARTWORK BY VINCE NAPOLI." At the top, white text reads "PS ARTBOOKS PRESENTS," and a black bar at the bottom contains "PS ARTBOOKS." The illustration features dramatic, high-contrast lighting and heavy stippling.

                  Alt...PS Artbooks Presents: SHE by H. Rider Haggard. The cover features a large, stylized, cream-colored "SHE" with a black outline in the upper left, accompanied by the author's name, "H. RIDER HAGGARD," in white, sans-serif capital letters. The central scene depicts three figures against a textured, multi-colored background. A large, close-up portrait of a woman dominates the upper right and center. She has a serene, detached expression, dark wavy hair, dark eyes, and red lips. She wears an elaborate, wide, golden-yellow headdress and a heavy, ornate gold necklace with large circular links. Her pale skin is rendered with fine, stippled shading. In the lower left, a man and a woman are locked in an embrace. The man, seen in profile with short dark hair, wears a light-colored, short-sleeved button-down shirt and brown trousers with a dark belt. The woman, facing him, has long, dark, wavy hair and wears a sleeveless white gown, her arms wrapped around his neck. The background consists of vertical, flame-like streaks of orange, yellow, and red on the left, transitioning into a textured green and dark teal gradient on the right. A gold, seashell-like object is partially visible in the bottom right. A red circular emblem in the bottom right corner reads "ARTWORK BY VINCE NAPOLI." At the top, white text reads "PS ARTBOOKS PRESENTS," and a black bar at the bottom contains "PS ARTBOOKS." The illustration features dramatic, high-contrast lighting and heavy stippling.

                    [?]Walt » 🌐
                    @astralcomputing@bookstodon.com

                    Born this day: 06/22/1947 (d. 02/24/2006)
                    Octavia Estelle Butler was an American science fiction and speculative fiction author who won several awards for her works. Bloodchild (1985) won the Hugo, Nebula, and Locus Awards.

                    en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octavia_


                    @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

                    astralcomputing.com

                    Artwork by John Jude Palencar

                    The book cover for Octavia E. Butler’s "Blood Child and other stories," featuring artwork by John Jude Palencar, presents a minimalist, high-contrast, and abstract composition. At the top, the title "BLOOD CHILD" is prominently displayed in large, stark white, sans-serif, all-caps lettering. Thick, mustard-yellow vertical bars descend from the upper edge, creating a rhythmic, striped effect that interrupts the typography. Directly beneath, the phrase "and other stories" is rendered in a smaller, black, lowercase, sans-serif font, centered within a clean, white horizontal band.

The background is structured into heavy color blocks. The upper section behind the title is deep, matte black. To the right, a vertical block of vibrant orange-red provides sharp contrast, featuring dark, blurry, finger-like shapes extending downward. The lower half, below the white band, consists of a vast, light gray area with a heavy, tactile texture. Centered here is a bright, glowing, white, oval-shaped light source emitting a soft, diffused halo.

At the bottom, the author's name, "octavia e. butler," is printed in a black, lowercase, sans-serif font. The very bottom edge features a single line of small, yellow, all-caps text: "AUTHOR OF PARABLE OF THE SOWER." The aesthetic is stark and modern, utilizing a limited palette of black, white, mustard yellow, orange-red, and light gray, all unified by a grainy, film-like texture.

                    Alt...The book cover for Octavia E. Butler’s "Blood Child and other stories," featuring artwork by John Jude Palencar, presents a minimalist, high-contrast, and abstract composition. At the top, the title "BLOOD CHILD" is prominently displayed in large, stark white, sans-serif, all-caps lettering. Thick, mustard-yellow vertical bars descend from the upper edge, creating a rhythmic, striped effect that interrupts the typography. Directly beneath, the phrase "and other stories" is rendered in a smaller, black, lowercase, sans-serif font, centered within a clean, white horizontal band. The background is structured into heavy color blocks. The upper section behind the title is deep, matte black. To the right, a vertical block of vibrant orange-red provides sharp contrast, featuring dark, blurry, finger-like shapes extending downward. The lower half, below the white band, consists of a vast, light gray area with a heavy, tactile texture. Centered here is a bright, glowing, white, oval-shaped light source emitting a soft, diffused halo. At the bottom, the author's name, "octavia e. butler," is printed in a black, lowercase, sans-serif font. The very bottom edge features a single line of small, yellow, all-caps text: "AUTHOR OF PARABLE OF THE SOWER." The aesthetic is stark and modern, utilizing a limited palette of black, white, mustard yellow, orange-red, and light gray, all unified by a grainy, film-like texture.

                      [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                      @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                      "The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not 'Eureka!', but 'That's funny ...'"

                        [?]brosnung » 🌐
                        @Brosnung@mastodon.world

                        => ai writing?

                        "Did the story spring from Nazir’s imagination or was an AI tool used? The fact that no one seems certain is troubling, indeed."

                        winnipegfreepress.com/opinion/

                          [?]brosnung » 🌐
                          @Brosnung@mastodon.world

                          [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                          @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                          Chatter: The Voice in Our Head, Why it Matters, and How to Harness It by Ethan Kross

                          To Dad, for teaching me to go inside, and Lara, Maya, and Dani, my ultimate chatter antidotes

                          Alt...To Dad, for teaching me to go inside, and Lara, Maya, and Dani, my ultimate chatter antidotes

                            [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                            @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                            It is a land of wee
                            hard men and all I
                            am wanted for is to
                            stand and cheer…

                            Prof Alan Riach considers the life & work of the poet & playwright Joan Ure (1918–1978) – born , 22 June

                            1/6

                            thenational.scot/news/17455955

                              [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                              @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                              I saw you from my window, Margaret.
                              I was watching the seagulls swooping the sky.
                              The seagulls, I was telling myself, know
                              today is a day for trying out the wingspan…

                              —Joan Ure, “To Margaret on a Monday”

                              2/6

                              scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/p

                              To Margaret on a Monday
by Joan Ure

I saw you from my window, Margaret.
I was watching the seagulls swooping the sky.
The seagulls, I was telling myself, know
today is a day for trying out the wingspan.
And then I saw you moving uphill
climbing a step at a time, alone.
Some young girls and boys
passed you, afraid
to offer help
in the face of so much courage.
They could not, yet, understand it.
An older man, moving slowly himself,
stopped as to have the privilege
of walking beside you.
He knew enough already to see
that he had a lot to learn from you.
I looked up again for the seagulls.
I did not need them anymore, though.
Their gliding and joy were, I could see –
without their assistance now –
no greater than your own. Man flies higher than any bird
and in spite of the force of gravity.
I would not have known, precisely,
what brought me to the front of the house
if I had not happened to see you,
going up the hill
as if it was easy.

                              Alt...To Margaret on a Monday by Joan Ure I saw you from my window, Margaret. I was watching the seagulls swooping the sky. The seagulls, I was telling myself, know today is a day for trying out the wingspan. And then I saw you moving uphill climbing a step at a time, alone. Some young girls and boys passed you, afraid to offer help in the face of so much courage. They could not, yet, understand it. An older man, moving slowly himself, stopped as to have the privilege of walking beside you. He knew enough already to see that he had a lot to learn from you. I looked up again for the seagulls. I did not need them anymore, though. Their gliding and joy were, I could see – without their assistance now – no greater than your own. Man flies higher than any bird and in spite of the force of gravity. I would not have known, precisely, what brought me to the front of the house if I had not happened to see you, going up the hill as if it was easy.

                                [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                “Joan Ure is a ‘Dangerous Woman’ in the sense that firstly, she was a key Scottish post-war creative voice that was largely ignored. The neglected woman writer is one of the recurrent images in her work. Secondly, she had many bones to pick with Scottish society, challenging post-war attitudes and values”

                                Richie McCaffery on Joan Ure, for the Dangerous Women project

                                3/6

                                dangerouswomenproject.org/2016

                                  [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                  @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                  “Ure […] frequently employed her drama as a vehicle through which to articulate urgent observations on the Scottish theatrical landscape of her day”

                                  —“Something In It for the Underdog: The Playwriting of Joan Ure”, Victoria E. Price, IJOSTS 6/2 (2013)

                                  4/6

                                  ijosts.glasgow.ac.uk/volume-6/

                                  In the introduction to The Edinburgh Companion to Scottish Drama, Ian Brown articulates the hope that his volume will help ‘cure the amnesia that has afflicted knowledge about, recognition of and pleasure in Scottish drama and theatre’ (2011, p. 5). One aspect of the history and tradition of Scottish drama and playwriting that has been particularly afflicted by the ‘Creative Amnesia’ Brown has identified, concerns plays by women dramatists. Indeed, writing in 1986 Joyce McMillan reflected on how the experience of female playwrights in Scotland has often been one of exclusion and marginalisation. (1) And, as Tom Maguire has recently noted, ‘This exclusion from the industry was matched by the occlusion of women playwrights from the then dominant accounts of Scottish theatre’ (2011, p.154). This certainly rings true when considering the playwright Joan Ure: in spite of being the author of more than thirty plays for stage and radio and involved in the founding of the Scottish Society of Playwrights, Ure has nevertheless become a largely forgotten voice of the Scottish stage. (2) 

This essay is intended to contribute to a recent move to address and help remedy the amnesia surrounding the playwriting tradition of Scottish women dramatists and, in particular, is intended to celebrate the playwright Joan Ure. (3) It will argue that Ure was an important and formidable creative force in Scottish theatre and that she frequently employed her drama as a vehicle through which to articulate urgent observations on the Scottish theatrical landscape of her day. She was a woman dramatist who broke with the social and stage conventions of her time and whose work was, as a result, in many ways undervalued by her contemporaries.

                                  Alt...In the introduction to The Edinburgh Companion to Scottish Drama, Ian Brown articulates the hope that his volume will help ‘cure the amnesia that has afflicted knowledge about, recognition of and pleasure in Scottish drama and theatre’ (2011, p. 5). One aspect of the history and tradition of Scottish drama and playwriting that has been particularly afflicted by the ‘Creative Amnesia’ Brown has identified, concerns plays by women dramatists. Indeed, writing in 1986 Joyce McMillan reflected on how the experience of female playwrights in Scotland has often been one of exclusion and marginalisation. (1) And, as Tom Maguire has recently noted, ‘This exclusion from the industry was matched by the occlusion of women playwrights from the then dominant accounts of Scottish theatre’ (2011, p.154). This certainly rings true when considering the playwright Joan Ure: in spite of being the author of more than thirty plays for stage and radio and involved in the founding of the Scottish Society of Playwrights, Ure has nevertheless become a largely forgotten voice of the Scottish stage. (2) This essay is intended to contribute to a recent move to address and help remedy the amnesia surrounding the playwriting tradition of Scottish women dramatists and, in particular, is intended to celebrate the playwright Joan Ure. (3) It will argue that Ure was an important and formidable creative force in Scottish theatre and that she frequently employed her drama as a vehicle through which to articulate urgent observations on the Scottish theatrical landscape of her day. She was a woman dramatist who broke with the social and stage conventions of her time and whose work was, as a result, in many ways undervalued by her contemporaries.

                                    [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                    @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                    “Ure writes in a poetic voice that’s very much ahead of its time, its tone conversational, tongue-in cheek and vulnerably feminine, as well as the manipulation of spacings, creating a poetic voice very similar to Liz Lochhead’s that comes twenty or so years later”

                                    —Charlie Catterall, from the Memorialising Scottish Literature & Culture placement, working on the Papers of Joan Ure

                                    5/6

                                    universityofglasgowlibrary.wor

                                      [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                      @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                      “Forget ‘tiny’. Ure’s was a rare talent, in both Scots meanings of ‘rare’.”

                                      —Ian Brown reviews THE TINY TALENT: Selected Poems of Joan Ure, published by Brae Editions, 2018

                                      6/6

                                      thebottleimp.org.uk/2019/07/th

                                        [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                        @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                        Having glided smoothly upwards –
                                        Up ...!
                                            And up ...!
                                                  And up ...!

                                        Behold, Tony Blair standing where he should be –
                                        poised sixty years and more above
                                        the city of his birth…

                                        —Ron Butlin, “Tony Blair’s Butterfly Effect”
                                        published in THE MAGICIANS OF SCOTLAND (Birlinn, 2015)

                                        Listen to Ron Butlin read this poem on the Poetry Archive:

                                        poetryarchive.org/poem/tony-bl

                                        Tony Blair has sincerity stamped on his forehead, a brand name. There is an uncanny resemblance to the finely sculptured eagle glaring down at us from the plinth of the Melville Monument in St Andrew Square, Edinburgh.

Tony Blair’s Butterfly Effect
by Ron Butlin

Having glided smoothly upwards –
Up ...!
And up ...!
And up ...!

Behold, Tony Blair standing where he should be –
poised sixty years and more above
the city of his birth.

Time enough for down-soft feathers to have stiffened
into archangel-strength wings,
time enough to curve himself a profile
of absolute conviction, take on
a gaze of stone-hard sincerity.

Set so high above the rest of us, he hears
God whisper to him,
personally.

Any moment now, the ex-PM might feel the need to stretch.
Beware!

                                        Alt...Tony Blair has sincerity stamped on his forehead, a brand name. There is an uncanny resemblance to the finely sculptured eagle glaring down at us from the plinth of the Melville Monument in St Andrew Square, Edinburgh. Tony Blair’s Butterfly Effect by Ron Butlin Having glided smoothly upwards – Up ...! And up ...! And up ...! Behold, Tony Blair standing where he should be – poised sixty years and more above the city of his birth. Time enough for down-soft feathers to have stiffened into archangel-strength wings, time enough to curve himself a profile of absolute conviction, take on a gaze of stone-hard sincerity. Set so high above the rest of us, he hears God whisper to him, personally. Any moment now, the ex-PM might feel the need to stretch. Beware!

                                        Tony Blair’s butterfly effect – when these wings beat,
distant city walls tumble,
men, women and children die.

                                        Alt...Tony Blair’s butterfly effect – when these wings beat, distant city walls tumble, men, women and children die.

                                          [?]Front Page [Unofficial] » 🌐
                                          @upworthy.com@web.brid.gy

                                          George Orwell shared ‘6 rules for writing’ in 1946. People say they’re more essential than ever.

                                          These are great rules for anyone, even if you aren't a writer.

                                          The post George Orwell shared ‘6 rules for writing’ in 1946. People say they’re more essential than ever. appeared first on Upworthy.

                                          George Orwell shared ‘6 rules for writing’ in 1946. People say they’re more essential than ever.

                                          Alt...George Orwell shared ‘6 rules for writing’ in 1946. People say they’re more essential than ever.

                                          [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                          The Last American Road Trip by Sarah Kendzior

                                          For my beloved family, and our elusive dreams

                                          Alt...For my beloved family, and our elusive dreams

                                            [?]Project Gutenberg » 🌐
                                            @gutenberg_org@mastodon.social

                                            Disappearing Scrapbooks
                                            The fate of Willa Cather’s archives, real and fictional.

                                            By Liz Cettina

                                            lareviewofbooks.org/article/wi

                                            Books by Willa Cather at PG:
                                            gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/22

                                            Photograph of Willa Cather by Van Vechten; smiling; looking toward the camera. (1936)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willa_Cather#/media/File:Cather_Van_Vechten.jpg

                                            Alt...Photograph of Willa Cather by Van Vechten; smiling; looking toward the camera. (1936) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willa_Cather#/media/File:Cather_Van_Vechten.jpg

                                              [?]Project Gutenberg » 🌐
                                              @gutenberg_org@mastodon.social

                                              43 of the Most Iconic Short Stories in the English Language
                                              From Washington Irving to Kristen Roupenian

                                              by Emily Temple

                                              lithub.com/43-of-the-most-icon

                                              Some Iconic Short Stories at PG:
                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/60976
                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/2148
                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/11231
                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/375
                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/1952
                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/209
                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/27411
                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/12122
                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/7256
                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/2814
                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/5200

                                              Cover image of the book Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka and translated by David Wyllie.

It features an illustration of a distressed man covering his face near an open door, evoking the story's themes of horror and alienation.

https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/5200/pg5200-images.html

                                              Alt...Cover image of the book Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka and translated by David Wyllie. It features an illustration of a distressed man covering his face near an open door, evoking the story's themes of horror and alienation. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/5200/pg5200-images.html

                                                [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
                                                @fictograma@mastodon.social

                                                🌕🖤 Un cuento donde el hambre, la desaparición y el abandono toman forma de pesadilla. Berto busca a su familia entre promesas rotas, mientras descubre que la luna nunca se come todo...
                                                fictograma.com/d/3289-lo-que-n

                                                  [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
                                                  @fictograma@mastodon.social

                                                  No es un portazo. Es un martes cualquiera. Decís algo y del otro lado llega una respuesta seca, el teléfono, la mirada que se va. No discutís. Solo entendés, en silencio, que ya no estás cayendo en el mismo lugar...
                                                  fictograma.com/d/3290-el-numer

                                                    [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
                                                    @fictograma@mastodon.social

                                                    Después del incendio de las crisis y la penumbra del cansancio, llegas al Blanco: no es vacío, es luz total donde todos los colores del dolor se funden en paz. La salud mental no es un destino, es un cristal que...
                                                    fictograma.com/d/3291-codigo-b

                                                      [?]The Vulgar Tongue » 🤖 🌐
                                                      @TheVulgarTongue@zirk.us

                                                      FLAT. A bubble, gull, or silly fellow.

                                                      A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                                                      --
                                                      @histodons

                                                      Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot):

FLAT. A bubble, gull, or silly fellow.

A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                                                      Alt...Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot): FLAT. A bubble, gull, or silly fellow. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                                                        [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
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                                                        📖 Cap. 23: Mariposas 🦋

                                                        Entre un desayuno cálido y conversaciones incómodas, Aiden y Erina muestran nuevas facetas de sí mismos. Mientras el campamento ofrece un respiro...
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                                                          [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
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                                                          "There are limits beyond which your folly will not carry you. I am glad of that. In fact, I am relieved."

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                                                            Cada vez que parpadeo, la realidad desaparece. Hoy el oftalmólogo me dijo que estoy perdiendo la vista. Poco a poco mi mundo se oscurece.

                                                            Y ustedes siguen.
                                                            fictograma.com/d/3295-mueren-l

                                                              [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                                              Break My Heart, Take Me Home by Gigi Guldas

                                                              To all the lovers—past, present, or stranger—and those who may see pieces of themselves here.

                                                              Alt...To all the lovers—past, present, or stranger—and those who may see pieces of themselves here.

                                                                [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
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                                                                ☕📈 Enzo descubre que las medialunas pueden alterar mercados más que Wall Street. Entre Batman vs. Iron Man, cafés interminables y una inesperada reacción de Zurin ante una guitarra..
                                                                fictograma.com/d/3286-hora-ext

                                                                  [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                                                  @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                                                  🍦😂 En una heladería, Ruan demuestra científicamente que la frutilla es una conspiración social, que la menta granizada debería ser ilegal y que el sabor de helado revela más de...
                                                                  fictograma.com/d/3287-hora-ext

                                                                    [?]CNI_CNoticias Internacionales » 🌐
                                                                    @CNI_CNoticiasInternacionales@mastodon.social

                                                                    🥤😂 Enzo descubre que sobrevivir al recreo cuesta una Coca Zero. Entre teorías absurdas, guitarras acústicas y una Zurin más peligrosa que un examen...
                                                                    fictograma.com/d/3288-hora-ext

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