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Search results for tag #literature

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

37 Vintage Library Ads That Perfectly Capture The Joys Of Reading

As public libraries began popping up across America in the early 1900s, these posters encouraged people to take advantage of their resources.

allthatsinteresting.com/vintag

"Sadie Wendell Mitchell created this poster circa 1909 that encourages women to read. Note the title of the book at the woman's feet — The Psychology of the Male Human." - from article slideshow. In the illustration a woman in profile wearing a long flowing dress is sitting in a chair engrossed in a book. She is surrounded by other books. There is a sign at the top of the illustration that says "Do It Now". There are two books titles shown at the bottom of the picture. One is "Study of Biology" and the other is "The Psychology of the Male Human". It also says Sadie Wendell Mitchell at the bottom and the caption of the illustration is "Dig."

Alt..."Sadie Wendell Mitchell created this poster circa 1909 that encourages women to read. Note the title of the book at the woman's feet — The Psychology of the Male Human." - from article slideshow. In the illustration a woman in profile wearing a long flowing dress is sitting in a chair engrossed in a book. She is surrounded by other books. There is a sign at the top of the illustration that says "Do It Now". There are two books titles shown at the bottom of the picture. One is "Study of Biology" and the other is "The Psychology of the Male Human". It also says Sadie Wendell Mitchell at the bottom and the caption of the illustration is "Dig."

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

    The Band by Christine Ma-Kellams

    To Luke, Josiah, Everest—you are each my favorite (don't let any of the others in this dedication tell you otherwise)

    Alt...To Luke, Josiah, Everest—you are each my favorite (don't let any of the others in this dedication tell you otherwise)

      [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
      @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

      Sentimientos eclipsados. Poema de Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. Sus poemas en su voz

        [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
        @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

        Eclipsed Feelings. Poem by Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice.

        [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
        @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

        I Got Lost. Poem by Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice.

        [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
        @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

        Eternal Night. Poem by Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice.

        [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
        @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

        Noche eterna. Poema de Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. Sus poemas en su voz

          [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
          @siradramelekallighieri@mastodon.social

          Me perdí. Poema de Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. Sus poemas en su voz

            [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
            @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

            Ursus was perhaps unreasonably alarmed about the indiscreet remark, and the consequences likely to result from Gwynplaine's words.
            Master Nicless, who had heard them, had no interest in compromising the poor inmates of the Green Box. He was amassing, at the same time as the Laughing Man, a nice little fortune. "Chaos Vanquished" had succeeded in two ways. It not only…

            — Victor Hugo
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              [?]RJT » 🌐
              @many@subconscioussignature.earth

              branded

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              @poetry
              @writingcommunity

                [?]Schrammy » 🌐
                @go_shrumm@scicomm.xyz

                @TarkabarkaHolgy

                Indeed.

                Sometimes I wonder if the best reaction to the invasion of „“ slop and the corporate „disruption“ of truth and beauty might be to turn back to story telling person to person.

                Live events instead of web sites and even books. Same with . Or performances. Or instead of movies. The „work“ would become a process (which actually it is anyway if one connects it with reception and interpretation and word of mouth).

                The live factor might help rebuild the trust in the author or player or artist that the AI destroys. It might guarantee for the tiny bit of aura we still long for in the end - even if we know it was destroyed long ago in technological re/production.

                  [?](Older) RJT » 🌐
                  @one@subconscioussignature.earth

                  For Rhythmed Oppression

                  subspacewagon.systems/for-rhyt

                  @poetry
                  @writingcommunity

                    [?]Blair » 🌐
                    @EnglishTeacher@pixelfed.social

                    For this week’s #ThursdayBooksandBeer I’m exploring more of Patrick White, the only Australian winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature (Coetzee became an Australian citizen three years after winning). A Fringe of Leaves was White’s first novel published after he won the Nobel and is inspired by the story of Eliza Fraser, who was shipwrecked at K'gari, off the coast of Queensland, in 1836 and lived with the Butchulla people there. White was inspired as much by Sidney Nolan’s paintings of her as by the actual historical details (which are contested anyway). The beer match is a ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ Giraween native ale from Working Title. “Since settling down to life at sea, lulled by air and motion and the mystical permutations of canvas, there was little to convince the passengers that the days had not been created by men for their own convenience.” #reading #literature #nobelprize #craftbeer

                      [?]Mtemwapoetry » 🌐
                      @mte2mwa_@mastodon.social

                      How AI is Quietly Eroding the Soul of Writing

                      mtemwapoetry.blog/2026/05/how-

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

                        Toxic Positivity: Keeping It Real in a World Obsessed with Being Happy by Whitney Goodman

                        For my husband. In good times and bad times, I choose you.

                        Alt...For my husband. In good times and bad times, I choose you.

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

                          Why Everyone is Talking About Salome These Days

                          Leslie Baird on Exploring Enduring Questions of Patriarchy and Feminine Agency Through Fiction

                          lithub.com/why-everyone-is-tal

                          Salome at PG:
                          gutenberg.org/ebooks/subject/4

                          Salome and the Apparition of the Baptist's Head, watercolor by Gustave Moreau (1876). A bejeweled Salome recoils before the radiant, bleeding severed head of John the Baptist floating in a blaze of golden light. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salome#/media/File:The_Apparition,_Gustave_Moreau_1876.jpg

                          Alt...Salome and the Apparition of the Baptist's Head, watercolor by Gustave Moreau (1876). A bejeweled Salome recoils before the radiant, bleeding severed head of John the Baptist floating in a blaze of golden light. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salome#/media/File:The_Apparition,_Gustave_Moreau_1876.jpg

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

                            Jensen compró comida en un restaurante donde le ponen laxante a los clientes para proteger el verdadero negocio: vender maryjuana. Luego invitó a Pancho a subir a su apartamento lleno de libros y secretos.
                            fictograma.com/d/2947-la-facha

                              [?]Bob the Traveler » 🤖 🌐
                              @bobthetraveler@mastodon.world

                              The writer Sam Selvon, born OTD in 1923 in , broke ground with his 1956 novel "The Lonely Londoners" and its use of creolised English for narrative in addition to dialogue cromwell-intl.com/travel/trini

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

                                Respira. Sí. No cargues el peso del ayer como si fuera eterno. Hoy es un lienzo nuevo, una oportunidad distinta y otra vez tienes el pincel en las manos. Todo va a estar bien. Tú ya eres suficiente.
                                fictograma.com/d/2949-capitulo

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

                                  En "Vidas Prestadas": Lee murió en Chicago… o eso cree. Ahora despertó dentro de un cuerpo que no le pertenece, en un mundo donde los clones jamás desarrollaban conciencia.
                                  fictograma.com/d/2950-vidas-pr

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

                                    En "Los viajes de Shin": Mar de Extrañezas.
                                    Shin cayó en una oscuridad donde no existía la voz, la luz ni el tiempo. Y cuando por fin logró escapar… descubrió que...
                                    fictograma.com/d/2951-los-viaj

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

                                      Hi!, I'm a bot posting selections from Francis Grose’s 1785 “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue”, a compilation of slang terms, the coded language of the underclass and the demi-monde.

                                      [18th-century-content warning: possible racism, animal cruelty, homophobia, sexism, slut-shaming. Let me know of any problems.]

                                      Montage of dictionary items posted by this account

                                      Alt...Montage of dictionary items posted by this account

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

                                        En "Apóstol: Cap I": Despertó entre cenizas, cadáveres y ruinas, sin saber si seguía vivo o ya era otra cosa. Pero en la distancia lo esperaba un trono negro… como si alguien hubiera preparado su regreso desde mucho...
                                        fictograma.com/d/2952-apostol

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

                                          Karina soñaba con ser profesora, pero terminó aprendiendo algo más duro: a veces uno se encariña tanto que las despedidas dejan vacíos imposibles de llenar. Mateo se fue a Lima… y con él, una parte... 💔
                                          fictograma.com/d/2961-cuando-m

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

                                            EVE'S CUSTOM-HOUSE, where Adam made his first entry. The monosyllable.

                                            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): EVE'S CUSTOM-HOUSE, where Adam made his first entry. The monosyllable. 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): EVE'S CUSTOM-HOUSE, where Adam made his first entry. The monosyllable. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

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

                                              "Hora Extra": El calor de las 14:10 no quema: castiga. Plaza San Martín, sin auriculares, con Cortázar...
                                              Cap. 3: fictograma.com/d/2959-hora-ext
                                              Cap 2: fictograma.com/d/2958-hora-ext
                                              Cap.3: fictograma.com/d/2957-hora-ext

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

                                                "Hora Extra": La pintura del banco se secó, pero nosotros seguimos igual: discutiendo si la belleza está en las piernas
                                                Cap.6: fictograma.com/d/2963-hora-ext
                                                Cap. 5: fictograma.com/d/2962-hora-ext
                                                Cap4: fictograma.com/d/2960-hora-ext

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

                                                  I Am Cleopatra by Natasha Solomons

                                                  For my children, Luke and Lara, who to my profound relief are much better friends than the Ptolemy siblings.

                                                  Alt...For my children, Luke and Lara, who to my profound relief are much better friends than the Ptolemy siblings.

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

                                                    Jensen compró comida en un restaurante donde le ponen laxante a los clientes para proteger el verdadero negocio: vender maryjuana. Luego invitó a Pancho a subir a su apartamento lleno de libros y...
                                                    fictograma.com/d/2947-la-facha

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

                                                      Respira. Sí. No cargues el peso del ayer como si fuera eterno. Hoy es un lienzo nuevo, una oportunidad distinta y otra vez tienes el pincel en las manos. Todo va...
                                                      fictograma.com/d/2949-capitulo

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

                                                        En "Vidas Prestadas": Lee murió en Chicago… o eso cree. Ahora despertó dentro de un cuerpo que no le pertenece, en un mundo donde los clones jamás desarrollaban conciencia.
                                                        fictograma.com/d/2950-vidas-pr

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

                                                          En "Los viajes de Shin": Mar de Extrañezas.
                                                          Shin cayó en una oscuridad donde no existía la voz, la luz ni el tiempo. Y cuando por fin logró escapar… descubrió que...
                                                          fictograma.com/d/2951-los-viaj

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

                                                            En "Apóstol: Cap I": Despertó entre cenizas, cadáveres y ruinas, sin saber si seguía vivo o ya era otra cosa. Pero en la distancia lo esperaba un trono negro… como si alguien hubiera preparado su regreso...
                                                            fictograma.com/d/2952-apostol

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

                                                              Thomas Mann retrata el “gran embrutecimiento” como una enfermedad del alma: obsesiones, rutinas y distracciones que anestesian la conciencia mientras la vida se vacía de sentido.
                                                              fictograma.com/d/2954-la-monta

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

                                                                Dorian sonríe en sociedad mientras oculta un alma consumida por el miedo y la culpa. Cuanto más perfecto parece por fuera, más monstruoso se vuelve por dentro. fictograma.com/d/2955-el-retra

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

                                                                  Kamala no solo le enseñó el amor a Siddhartha; le enseñó a mirar el mundo con deseo, belleza y presencia. 🌿✨
                                                                  “Mejor que ofrendar a los dioses es a la hermosa Kamala.”
                                                                  fictograma.com/d/2956-siddhart

                                                                    [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                                    @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                                    Think you these aerial wires
                                                                    Whisper more than spirits may?
                                                                    Think you that our strong desires
                                                                    Touch no distance when we pray?
                                                                    Think you that no wings are flying
                                                                    'Twixt the living and the dying?

                                                                    — Alfred Noyes
                                                                    palimpseste.vercel.app/#text/0

                                                                      [?]Bob the Traveler » 🤖 🌐
                                                                      @bobthetraveler@mastodon.world

                                                                      The writer Sam Selvon, born OTD in 1923 in , broke ground with his 1956 novel "The Lonely Londoners" and its use of creolised English for narrative in addition to dialogue cromwell-intl.com/travel/trini

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

                                                                        "Hora Extra": El calor de las 14:10 no quema: castiga.
                                                                        Cap. 1: fictograma.com/d/2957-hora-ext
                                                                        Cap 2: fictograma.com/d/2958-hora-ext
                                                                        Cap.3: fictograma.com/d/2959-hora-ext

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

                                                                          "Hora Extra": La pintura del banco se secó, pero nosotros seguimos
                                                                          Cap.4: fictograma.com/d/2960-hora-ext
                                                                          Cap. 5: fictograma.com/d/2962-hora-ext
                                                                          Cap.6: fictograma.com/d/2963-hora-ext

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

                                                                            Karina soñaba con ser profesora, pero terminó aprendiendo algo más duro: a veces uno se encariña tanto que las despedidas dejan vacíos imposibles de llenar. Mateo se fue a Lima… y con él, una parte de ella. 💔
                                                                            fictograma.com/d/2961-cuando-m

                                                                              [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                                              @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                                              Friendly LamasChanden Sing and Mansing purifiedMansing's sarcasmPilgrims to Mansarowar and their privilegesFor luck!Outside the Gomba.
                                                                              SEVERAL Lamas came to visit me in the morning, and professed to be
                                                                              pleased to see us; in fact they asked me to go and pay them a visit in
                                                                              the Lamasery and temple. They said there was much sickness in the
                                                                              village, and as…

                                                                              — Arnold Henry Savage Landor
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                                                                                [?]Needs Fixin' » 🌐
                                                                                @NeedsFixin@idea.oksocial.net

                                                                                #NeedsFixin

                                                                                New Post: Metaphorical Intelligence: On Generative AI And The Library Of Babel

                                                                                https://this.needsfixin.net/2026/05/20/metaphorical-intelligence-on-generative-ai-and-the-library-of-babel/
                                                                                #Culture #Technology #ai #ArtificialIntelligence #Borges #literature #tech

                                                                                  [?]DJM (freelance for hire) » 🌐
                                                                                  @cybeardjm@masto.ai

                                                                                  How to read postcolonial writing

                                                                                  The Granta controversy surrounding a Commonwealth Prize-winning story tells us less about AI than about the enduring metropolitan expectation that writing from the South should sound opaque, excessive, and primitive.

                                                                                  africasacountry.com/2026/05/ho

                                                                                    [?]TKSST • seethis.tv 🌈🪐✨ » 🌐
                                                                                    @tksst@fediscience.org

                                                                                    🤝📚 Aaron visits his family's local and finds James and the Giant Peach missing, along with dozens of others.

                                                                                    He learns about book banning and the principle that people have the right to read widely and form their own opinions. The protects authors' rights to write what they want and readers' rights to read those .

                                                                                    👉 Learn more seethis.tv/post/book-bans-cens

                                                                                    Two puppet children look at a small talking book puppet with googly eyes in a classroom setting next to a tall stack of books.

                                                                                    Alt...Two puppet children look at a small talking book puppet with googly eyes in a classroom setting next to a tall stack of books.

                                                                                      [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                                                      @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                                                      --Il n'a jamais cessé de dormir, répliqua l'Italien, Le narcotique
                                                                                      était ù cluse convenable... Que voulez-vous faire de lui?

                                                                                      --Notre salut et ta vengeance, répondit la jeune femme.

                                                                                      Les yeux de l'italien brillèrent d'un feu sombre.

                                                                                      --Comtesse, prononça-t-il lentement, j'avais vingt-deux ans quand mon
                                                                                      frère est mort. Le lendemain de ce jour-là j'avais…

                                                                                      — Féval, Paul
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                                                                                        [?]CBC Arts Enterainment » 🤖 🌐
                                                                                        @cbcarts_mirror@mastodon.hongkongers.net

                                                                                        Flavia de Luce mystery writer Alan Bradley dead at age 87
                                                                                        The Ontario-born author is known for his mystery series featuring an 11-year-old detective, that has sold over six million copies.
                                                                                        cbc.ca/books/flavia-de-luce-my

                                                                                        [?]Bob the Traveler » 🤖 🌐
                                                                                        @bobthetraveler@mastodon.world

                                                                                        The writer Sam Selvon, born OTD in 1923 in , broke ground with his 1956 novel "The Lonely Londoners" and its use of creolised English for narrative in addition to dialogue cromwell-intl.com/travel/trini

                                                                                          [?]Craig Constantine » 🌐
                                                                                          @craig@constantine.name

                                                                                          For whom the bell tolls

                                                                                          Meditation By John Donne From Devotions upon Emergent Occasions (1623), XVII:

                                                                                          Nunc Lento Sonitu Dicunt, Morieris
                                                                                          (Now this bell, tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die.)

                                                                                          Perchance, he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The church is catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God’s hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another. As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come, so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness.

                                                                                          There was a contention as far as a suit (in which both piety and dignity, religion and estimation, were mingled), which of the religious orders should ring to prayers first in the morning; and it was determined, that they should ring first that rose earliest. If we understand aright the dignity of this bell that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to make it ours by rising early, in that application, that it might be ours as well as his, whose indeed it is.

                                                                                          The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth; and though it intermit again, yet from that minute that this occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God. Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world?

                                                                                          No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

                                                                                          Neither can we call this a begging of misery, or a borrowing of misery, as though we were not miserable enough of ourselves, but must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the misery of our neighbours. Truly it were an excusable covetousness if we did, for affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it, and made fit for God by that affliction. If a man carry treasure in bullion, or in a wedge of gold, and have none coined into current money, his treasure will not defray him as he travels. Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our home, heaven, by it. Another man may be sick too, and sick to death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels, as gold in a mine, and be of no use to him; but this bell, that tells me of his affliction, digs out and applies that gold to me: if by this consideration of another’s danger I take mine own into contemplation, and so secure myself, by making my recourse to my God, who is our only security.

                                                                                            [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                                                            @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                                                            And some of them they stumbled on the slippery summer grass,
                                                                                            And there they've left them lying with their faces to Alsace;
                                                                                            The others—so they'd tell you—ere the chestnut's decked for spring,
                                                                                            Shall march beneath some linden trees to call upon a King;
                                                                                            Flic flac, flic flac, to call upon a King.

                                                                                            — George Herbert Clarke
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