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[?]Jake's Flea Market » 🌐
@jakedepeuterpoetics.com@jakedepeuterpoetics.com

squinted sun peeks

squinted sun peeks
over the edge
bright eye opened 
eye from the far east
oriental
eye of one   pot stoned
eye the colour of fire
white surf stretches
from the corners of the eye
it squints at the house 
white comes out of the walls 
red comes out of the roof
squints at the barn 
red comes out of the walls 
green comes out of the roof
squints at the grass   at the trees
green comes out of the grass blades 
out of the leaves
squints at the parking lot
black comes blacker than the night 
was   out of the asphalt
the eye squints at you  
your colours come blonde 
out of your hair
caucasian out of your face
navy blue out of your jacket
denim blue out of your jeans
from the eye’s corners flames roll
like tears across the edge
this is how day wakes
how the sun begins to open

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

Aonghas Dubh – Ceòl às na Briathran

The poet & writer Aonghas MacNeacail (1942–2022) was born , 7 June. This programme, originally aired on the BBC, is drawn from “Skerries, Trawlings, Tides” – a literary event celebrating Aonghas’s 80th birthday

1/3

youtube.com/watch?v=fAb0LdDuaSk

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

    chan eil a shamhla ann –
    tionndadh ’s a’ tionndadh a’ ghileid òraich
    am broinn dòrcha na h-eanchainn…

    —Aonghas MacNeacail, “dèanamh ime”
    from Laoidh an Donais Òig / Hymn to a Young Demon (Polygon, 2007)

    Produced as a postcard by the Scottish Book Trust for National Poetry Day, 1998

    2/3

    dèanamh ime Aonghas MacNeacail chan eil a shamhla ann – tionndadh ’s a’ tionndadh a’ ghileid òraich am broinn dòrcha na h-eanchainn ag èisteachd ri suirghe is dealachadh is pòsadh nan lid luasganach leaghtach ag èisteachd airson nam boinne blàthaich a’ sileadh air falbh o ghramalas òrbhuidhe dàin making butter translated by Aonghas MacNeacail there’s nothing like it – turning and turning the golden whiteness inside the darkness of the brain listening to the wooings and partings and weddings of soluble tossed-about syllables listening for the drops of buttermilk trickling away from the golden yellow firmness of a poem

    Alt...dèanamh ime Aonghas MacNeacail chan eil a shamhla ann – tionndadh ’s a’ tionndadh a’ ghileid òraich am broinn dòrcha na h-eanchainn ag èisteachd ri suirghe is dealachadh is pòsadh nan lid luasganach leaghtach ag èisteachd airson nam boinne blàthaich a’ sileadh air falbh o ghramalas òrbhuidhe dàin making butter translated by Aonghas MacNeacail there’s nothing like it – turning and turning the golden whiteness inside the darkness of the brain listening to the wooings and partings and weddings of soluble tossed-about syllables listening for the drops of buttermilk trickling away from the golden yellow firmness of a poem

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

      mac is athair
      dol tarsainn na h-aibhne gil
      o bhruach gu bruach
      san tìr a tuath…

      —Aonghas MacNeacail, “air an fhàinne, fada bho ‘shàbaid’”
      published in THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF SCOTTISH VERSE, @canongatebooks 2021

      3/3

      canongate.co.uk/books/3267-the

      aonghas macneacail air an fhàinne, fada bho ‘shàbaid’ rovaniemi, suomi, am faoilleach, 1998 mac is athair dol tarsainn na h-aibhne gil o bhruach gu bruach san tìr a tuath a’ coiseachd bàrr an uisge mheanbh-shreamach shèimh eadr baile nan solas agus a’ choille ghorm seirm nan clag dòmhnaich sanas air an cùlaibh muinntir dhè gan gairm dhan tional eòlach mac is athair paisgte mar phàistean an clòimh ’s an gàire eadr faiceall is faodail anail air an àile braonach ris ‘an fhirinn’ a’ laighe sgrath de shiùcar air màilin agus ciabhag coigrich anns an t-saoghal seo, a’ leantainn làrach bhonn, mise ’s mo mhac a’ cur earbs’ anns an fhuachd ar n-air’ air nì ach taobh thall a ruigheachd (eadar cur is cur) agus tilleadh dìon

      Alt...aonghas macneacail air an fhàinne, fada bho ‘shàbaid’ rovaniemi, suomi, am faoilleach, 1998 mac is athair dol tarsainn na h-aibhne gil o bhruach gu bruach san tìr a tuath a’ coiseachd bàrr an uisge mheanbh-shreamach shèimh eadr baile nan solas agus a’ choille ghorm seirm nan clag dòmhnaich sanas air an cùlaibh muinntir dhè gan gairm dhan tional eòlach mac is athair paisgte mar phàistean an clòimh ’s an gàire eadr faiceall is faodail anail air an àile braonach ris ‘an fhirinn’ a’ laighe sgrath de shiùcar air màilin agus ciabhag coigrich anns an t-saoghal seo, a’ leantainn làrach bhonn, mise ’s mo mhac a’ cur earbs’ anns an fhuachd ar n-air’ air nì ach taobh thall a ruigheachd (eadar cur is cur) agus tilleadh dìon

      aonghas macneacail on the circle, far from the ‘Sabbath’ (Translated by author) rovaniemi, finland, january, 1998 son and father crossing the white river from bank to bank in the northern land walking the water’s quiet rippled surface between village of lights and the green forest chorus of sabbath bells signalling behind them god’s people being called to the familiar gathering son and father wrapped like children in wool and laughter between caution and chance breath on the air drizzly as ‘the truth’ laying a rind of sugar on eyebrow and ringlet strangers in this world, following in the other’s footsteps, me and my son putting trust in the cold our attention on only reaching the other side (between blizzard and blizzard), and returning secure

      Alt...aonghas macneacail on the circle, far from the ‘Sabbath’ (Translated by author) rovaniemi, finland, january, 1998 son and father crossing the white river from bank to bank in the northern land walking the water’s quiet rippled surface between village of lights and the green forest chorus of sabbath bells signalling behind them god’s people being called to the familiar gathering son and father wrapped like children in wool and laughter between caution and chance breath on the air drizzly as ‘the truth’ laying a rind of sugar on eyebrow and ringlet strangers in this world, following in the other’s footsteps, me and my son putting trust in the cold our attention on only reaching the other side (between blizzard and blizzard), and returning secure

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

        "It seemed to him [Euphemius] it would be a brilliant notion to call in an outside force to fight on his behalf. This same brilliant notion has occurred to participants in civil wars uncounted times in history and it has ended in catastrophe just about every time, since those called in invariably take over for themselves. Of all history's lessons, this seems to be the plainest, and the most frequently ignored."

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

          Born this day: 06/07/1958
          Bradley Denton is an American science fiction author. "Buddy Holly Is Alive and Well on Ganymede" won the John W. Campbell Memorial Award for Best Science Fiction Novel for 1992.

          en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bradley_


          @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

          astralcomputing.com

          Art by Mark Harrison

          The cover for Bradley Denton's novel, Buddy Holly Is Alive and Well on Ganymede, features art by Mark Harrison. A massive, white, circular satellite dish dominates the left and center of the frame. Superimposed over the upper half of the dish is a large, semi-transparent image of musician Buddy Holly. Shown from the waist up, he wears a dark teal suit, a white shirt, a black bowtie, and his signature thick-rimmed glasses, looking directly forward with a neutral expression. In the foreground on the right side of the dish, a young man with dark hair is partially climbing a silver metal ladder. He leans toward the center of the dish, using a small tool or probe near its surface. He is dressed in a bright red short-sleeved t-shirt, blue trousers, and white sneakers. To the right background, a portion of a single-story house with light gray siding, a dark roof, and a white chimney is visible. A window in the house glows with warm yellow light, and a small section of a dark brick structure appears at the far right. The background consists of a dark, navy blue gradient suggesting a night sky. Dramatic lighting originates from the left, casting highlights on the satellite dish, the man's back, and the side of the house. Bold, saturated colors—the white dish, red shirt, and teal suit—provide sharp contrast against the dark sky. The image has a smooth, painterly texture with polished gradients and shading.

          Alt...The cover for Bradley Denton's novel, Buddy Holly Is Alive and Well on Ganymede, features art by Mark Harrison. A massive, white, circular satellite dish dominates the left and center of the frame. Superimposed over the upper half of the dish is a large, semi-transparent image of musician Buddy Holly. Shown from the waist up, he wears a dark teal suit, a white shirt, a black bowtie, and his signature thick-rimmed glasses, looking directly forward with a neutral expression. In the foreground on the right side of the dish, a young man with dark hair is partially climbing a silver metal ladder. He leans toward the center of the dish, using a small tool or probe near its surface. He is dressed in a bright red short-sleeved t-shirt, blue trousers, and white sneakers. To the right background, a portion of a single-story house with light gray siding, a dark roof, and a white chimney is visible. A window in the house glows with warm yellow light, and a small section of a dark brick structure appears at the far right. The background consists of a dark, navy blue gradient suggesting a night sky. Dramatic lighting originates from the left, casting highlights on the satellite dish, the man's back, and the side of the house. Bold, saturated colors—the white dish, red shirt, and teal suit—provide sharp contrast against the dark sky. The image has a smooth, painterly texture with polished gradients and shading.

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

            BULL CHIN. A fat chubby child.

            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): BULL CHIN. A fat chubby child. 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): BULL CHIN. A fat chubby child. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

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

              Weird Tales vol 09 number 06 (June 1927) - featured story: A Suitor from the Shades by Greye La Spina.



              @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

              astralcomputing.com

              Cover art by C. C. Senf.

              Weird Tales vol 09 number 06 (June 1927) - featured story: A Suitor from the Shades by Greye La Spina. Cover art by C. C. Senf. The tagline reads The Unique Magazine. Other contributors listed are Ray Cummings, Charlton L. Edmont, Wilford Allen, Eli Colter, and Victor Rousseau, along with Henry S. Whitehead. The price is 25 cents. The abbreviation C.C. SENF. appears on the lower left. The text JUNE, 1927 is printed vertically on the left edge. The illustration features three figures against a black background. On the left, an older man with white hair and a white mustache wears a black suit and white shirt. He stands behind a woman. The woman is positioned in the center, facing right. She has red hair styled in an updo and wears a white sleeveless dress with white gloves. She holds a bouquet of pink and white flowers with green leaves in her left hand. Her right hand is raised toward her face. To the right, a translucent white figure with no facial features, except for two dark spots for eyes, floats in the air. This figure has two hands, one raised with a finger pointing toward the woman, and the lower portion of the figure tapers into a white, wispy shape that extends toward the bottom of the frame. The man's face has shadows on the right side. The woman's dress and the spectral figure are white with grey shading. The bouquet contains white, pink, and green elements. The background is solid black. The magazine's title and border are red and white.

              Alt...Weird Tales vol 09 number 06 (June 1927) - featured story: A Suitor from the Shades by Greye La Spina. Cover art by C. C. Senf. The tagline reads The Unique Magazine. Other contributors listed are Ray Cummings, Charlton L. Edmont, Wilford Allen, Eli Colter, and Victor Rousseau, along with Henry S. Whitehead. The price is 25 cents. The abbreviation C.C. SENF. appears on the lower left. The text JUNE, 1927 is printed vertically on the left edge. The illustration features three figures against a black background. On the left, an older man with white hair and a white mustache wears a black suit and white shirt. He stands behind a woman. The woman is positioned in the center, facing right. She has red hair styled in an updo and wears a white sleeveless dress with white gloves. She holds a bouquet of pink and white flowers with green leaves in her left hand. Her right hand is raised toward her face. To the right, a translucent white figure with no facial features, except for two dark spots for eyes, floats in the air. This figure has two hands, one raised with a finger pointing toward the woman, and the lower portion of the figure tapers into a white, wispy shape that extends toward the bottom of the frame. The man's face has shadows on the right side. The woman's dress and the spectral figure are white with grey shading. The bouquet contains white, pink, and green elements. The background is solid black. The magazine's title and border are red and white.

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

                The Stormy Romance of Frédéric Chopin and George Sand

                The decade-long relationship between the composer Chopin and the author Sand, though unlikely, was a testament to the Romantic belief in the virtues of genius.

                thecollector.com/frederic-chop

                Sand at PG:

                gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/851

                Books about Chopin at PG:

                gutenberg.org/ebooks/subject/1

                George Sand by Jean-Baptiste Isabey, circa 1835. Sand stands at angle while her head is turned towards the viewer. Her hair is dark, parted in the middle, and pulled back. She is wearing a dark, heavy coat or jacket and ruffles run down the front of her shirt/dress.

                Alt...George Sand by Jean-Baptiste Isabey, circa 1835. Sand stands at angle while her head is turned towards the viewer. Her hair is dark, parted in the middle, and pulled back. She is wearing a dark, heavy coat or jacket and ruffles run down the front of her shirt/dress.

                  [?]Solar Phasing » 🌐
                  @solarphasing@mastodon.social

                  Engraving by Gustave Doré illustrating the poem "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe (1883)

                  imgur.com/gallery/engraving-by

                  Engraving by Gustave Doré illustrating the poem "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe (1883)

                  Alt...Engraving by Gustave Doré illustrating the poem "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe (1883)

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

                  Wigfield: The Can-Do Town That Just May Not by Amy Sedaris, Paul Dinello, and Stephen Colbert

                  As this book, including this dedication, was written in chronological order, I have, so far, only myself to thank. This is assuming I will continue to be involved.

                  Alt...As this book, including this dedication, was written in chronological order, I have, so far, only myself to thank. This is assuming I will continue to be involved.

                    [?]Revista Almiar » 🌐
                    @margencero@mastodon.social

                    🌺 «Emily Dickinson: Un alma tan delicada como el ala de una mariposa», artículo por Alejandro E. Perdomo
                    👉 margencero.es/margencero/emily
                    🕰️ Tiempo aprox. de lectura: 7 min
                    📌

                    🌺 «Emily Dickinson: Un alma tan delicada como el ala de una mariposa», artículo por Alejandro E. Perdomo 👉 https://margencero.es/margencero/emily-dickinson-alejandro-perdomo/ 🕰️ Tiempo aprox. de lectura: 7 min

                    Alt...🌺 «Emily Dickinson: Un alma tan delicada como el ala de una mariposa», artículo por Alejandro E. Perdomo 👉 https://margencero.es/margencero/emily-dickinson-alejandro-perdomo/ 🕰️ Tiempo aprox. de lectura: 7 min

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

                    The Divine Comedy: How Dante Provided A New World Theory

                    The Divine Comedy is an Italian narrative poem by Dante Alighieri, begun c. 1308 and completed around 1321, shortly before the author's death. It is widely considered the pre-eminent work in Italian literature and one of the greatest works of world literature.

                    youtube.com/watch?v=Bkh2xlLmKzY

                    The Divine Comedy, illustrated by Gustave Doré is available at PG:
                    gutenberg.org/ebooks/8800

                    There both, I thought, the eagle and myself Did burn; and so intense th’ imagin’d flames, That needs my sleep was broken off. As erst Achilles shook himself, and round him roll’d His waken’d eyeballs wond’ring where he was, Whenas his mother had from Chiron fled To Scyros, with him sleeping in her arms;... Purgatory, Canto IX It depicts a winged figure — an angel or divine messenger — soaring upward through dramatic clouds toward a radiant light source, likely the sun or a celestial glory. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/8800/pg8800-images.html

                    Alt...There both, I thought, the eagle and myself Did burn; and so intense th’ imagin’d flames, That needs my sleep was broken off. As erst Achilles shook himself, and round him roll’d His waken’d eyeballs wond’ring where he was, Whenas his mother had from Chiron fled To Scyros, with him sleeping in her arms;... Purgatory, Canto IX It depicts a winged figure — an angel or divine messenger — soaring upward through dramatic clouds toward a radiant light source, likely the sun or a celestial glory. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/8800/pg8800-images.html

                    As when, if Juno bid her handmaid forth, Two arches parallel, and trick’d alike, Span the thin cloud, the outer taking birth From that within (in manner of that voice Whom love did melt away, as sun the mist), And they who gaze, presageful call to mind The compact, made with Noah, of the world No more to be o’erflow’d; about us thus Of sempiternal roses, bending, wreath’d Those garlands twain, and to the innermost E’en thus th’ external answered... PARADISE. Canto XII Dante & Beatrice standing on a cloud, surrounded by rings of glowing angels. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/8800/pg8800-images.html

                    Alt...As when, if Juno bid her handmaid forth, Two arches parallel, and trick’d alike, Span the thin cloud, the outer taking birth From that within (in manner of that voice Whom love did melt away, as sun the mist), And they who gaze, presageful call to mind The compact, made with Noah, of the world No more to be o’erflow’d; about us thus Of sempiternal roses, bending, wreath’d Those garlands twain, and to the innermost E’en thus th’ external answered... PARADISE. Canto XII Dante & Beatrice standing on a cloud, surrounded by rings of glowing angels. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/8800/pg8800-images.html

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

                      You Slip Away From Me. Poem by Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice.

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

                      Barco de sueños. Poema de Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. Sus poemas en su voz.

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

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

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

                      Noctámbulo poeta. Poema de Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. Sus poemas en su voz.

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

                      Ship Of Dreams. Poem by Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice.

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

                      Te me escapas. Poema de Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. Sus poemas en su voz.

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

                      "It is all too easy to forget that there are emotional motivations in history, as well as economic ones."

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

                        Capítulo 1, Parte 3.

                        Un intruso entra sin forzar cerraduras. Un detective no encuentra respuestas. Y Alejandro descubre que el verdadero terror no es saber quién es... sino qué quiere.
                        fictograma.com/d/3126-punto-y-

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

                          The Sacred Life in Tibet by Keith Dowman

                          Dedicated to the people of Tibet and their freedom

                          Alt...Dedicated to the people of Tibet and their freedom

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

                            The Tempest Prognosticator by Isobel Dixon

                            For my scattered sisters.

                            Alt...For my scattered sisters.

                              [?](((Cindy Weinstein))) [she/her/hers] » 🌐
                              @CindyWeinstein@zirk.us

                              "She felt in italics and thought in capitals." -- from "The Figure in the Carpet," Henry James

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

                                "Quaia: Cap 30": Edna lo perdió todo en ese sótano: fe, dignidad y ganas de vivir. Pero cuando la bestia prehistórica atacó a Jensen y el fuego creció, Justino regresó... y luchó por sacarla del infierno.
                                fictograma.com/d/3118-la-liebre

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

                                  "El mago - Parte 3, Cap. 4": De una página del diario del Alto Sabio Aldous, el Errante.Trece Lunar, ocho amanecer. Puerto de Alfer. El mar de Gor es tan inmenso que me pregunto si podría dominarlo con liqua.
                                  fictograma.com/d/3119-el-mago-

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

                                    "There has never been any custom, however useless it may become with changing conditions, that isn't clung to desperately simply because it is something old and familiar."

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

                                      "El mago - Parte 3, Cap. 5": Cinco noches atrapados en la Galería bajo la tormenta. Zev se recupera lento, Ma prepara brebajes y recibe regalos para su “guapo nieto”. En el templo de Aheb ofrecí una reliquia…
                                      fictograma.com/d/3120-el-mago-

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

                                        Capítulo 6. Encuentro

                                        Volvió a buscar el barco que lo vio crecer. Entre maderas talladas junto a su padre y recuerdos de una madre que solo aparecía en sueños, encontró un casco abandonado... ⚓🌊
                                        fictograma.com/d/3121-el-templ

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

                                          Las luces se apagaron. Las conversaciones volvieron. Sin cobertura, sin datáfonos y sin certezas, un barrio de Sevilla redescubrió el café compartido, las radios antiguas y la compañía de los vecinos.
                                          fictograma.com/d/3122-la-vida-

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

                                            Vinieron del cielo para estudiar la vida. Creyeron que el Amazonas era un laboratorio. Descubrieron demasiado tarde que era un organismo. Y que toda criatura extraña acaba convertida en abono para sus flores.
                                            fictograma.com/d/3123-el-bosqu

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

                                              BLACK ARSE. A copper or kettle. The pot calls the kettle black arse. Cant.

                                              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): BLACK ARSE. A copper or kettle. The pot calls the kettle black arse. Cant. 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): BLACK ARSE. A copper or kettle. The pot calls the kettle black arse. Cant. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

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