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

Vi el cielo de Ferrane fracturarse y a los hombres convertirse en monstruos nacidos de su propio odio. Ahora, entre cadenas y oscuridad, comprendo que el verdadero horror nunca vino de fuera.
fictograma.com/d/3057-fatum-pr

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

    Los Trotamundos aceptan otro contrato. Una ruta olvidada, viejas deudas y una verdad incómoda: el mundo dejó de proteger aquello que lo hacía humano.
    fictograma.com/d/3056-travesia

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

      "El quijote de La Mancha, Cap. 1": un hidalgo manchego, apasionado por libros de caballerías, pierde el juicio y decide convertirse en caballero..
      fictograma.com/d/3058-el-ingen

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

        En "El Indio" de Gregorio López y Fuentes, la llegada de tres forasteros desata el miedo en una comunidad indígena. Entre leyendas de oro oculto y el choque de dos...
        fictograma.com/d/3059-el-indio

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

          Sé que el sol no está en ningún lado, pero aún le pido al tiempo que no cierre las puertas del parque donde aprendí a caer. Quisiera escribir siempre cosas alegres, pero creo...
          fictograma.com/d/3060-los-send

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

            A veces la mente se rompe en silencio. Los pensamientos intrusivos no son deseos, verdades ni premoniciones: son falsas alarmas de un sistema de alerta sobrecargado...
            fictograma.com/d/3062-codigo-m

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

              Born this day: 05/30/1922 (d. 10/29/2003)
              Hal Clement was an American science fiction writer and a leader of the hard science fiction sub-genre. "Uncommon Sense" published in Astounding Science Fiction, September 1945, won the Retro Hugo Award in 1996.

              en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hal_Clem


              @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

              astralcomputing.com

              Cover Art by William Timmins

              Astounding Science Fiction Magazine (September 1945) - featured story: World of A by A. E. Van Vogt. A large, curved architectural structure made of light gray concrete or stone occupies the center and background. This structure features multiple horizontal rows of large, rectangular glass windows, each reflecting vertical strips of green and light blue. A single red rectangular door is located at the base of the curved wall. Tall, dark brown vertical tree trunks frame the left and right edges of the composition. Thick green foliage and branches extend into the lower left corner. In the middle ground, a figure wearing a white shirt and red trousers stands on a patch of green grass at the base of the structure. A small, dark, irregular shape resembling a flying car is positioned in the upper middle area, centered between the tree trunks and the top edge of the structure. The sky is a light, pale off-white color. The bottom of the image consists of a foreground of green grass and dark green leafy plants. Large, white-lettered text of the story title and author is overlaid on the right side, partially obscuring the dark brown trees and the light gray structure. The color palette consists of dark brown, green, light gray, red, light blue, and white.

              Alt...Astounding Science Fiction Magazine (September 1945) - featured story: World of A by A. E. Van Vogt. A large, curved architectural structure made of light gray concrete or stone occupies the center and background. This structure features multiple horizontal rows of large, rectangular glass windows, each reflecting vertical strips of green and light blue. A single red rectangular door is located at the base of the curved wall. Tall, dark brown vertical tree trunks frame the left and right edges of the composition. Thick green foliage and branches extend into the lower left corner. In the middle ground, a figure wearing a white shirt and red trousers stands on a patch of green grass at the base of the structure. A small, dark, irregular shape resembling a flying car is positioned in the upper middle area, centered between the tree trunks and the top edge of the structure. The sky is a light, pale off-white color. The bottom of the image consists of a foreground of green grass and dark green leafy plants. Large, white-lettered text of the story title and author is overlaid on the right side, partially obscuring the dark brown trees and the light gray structure. The color palette consists of dark brown, green, light gray, red, light blue, and white.

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

                FRIDAY-FACE. A dismal countenance. Before, and even long after the Reformation, Friday was a day of abstinence, or jour maigre. Immediately after the restoration of king Charles II. a proclamation was issued, prohibiting all publicans from dressing any suppers on a Friday.

                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): FRIDAY-FACE. A dismal countenance. Before, and even long after the Reformation, Friday was a day of abstinence, or jour maigre. Immediately after the restoration of king Charles II. a proclamation was issued, prohibiting all publicans from dressing any suppers on a Friday. 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): FRIDAY-FACE. A dismal countenance. Before, and even long after the Reformation, Friday was a day of abstinence, or jour maigre. Immediately after the restoration of king Charles II. a proclamation was issued, prohibiting all publicans from dressing any suppers on a Friday. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

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

                  Weird Tales vol VIII number 5 (November 1926) - featured story: "The Peacock's Shadow" by E. Hoffmann Price.



                  @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

                  astralcomputing.com

                  Cover art by E. M. Stevenson

                  Weird Tales vol VIII number 5 (November 1926) - featured story: The Peacock's Shadow by E. Hoffmann Price. Cover art by E. M. Stevenson. The tagline reads The Unique Magazine. Other contributors listed are B. Wallis, Anthony, Oscar Cook, H. Warner Munn, Maria Moravancy, Victor Rousseau, Edmond Hamilton, Robert Emmett Lewis, and Frank Belknap Long Jr. The price is 25c. The illustration depicts a man with dark black hair and a dark beard wearing a long red garment with wide sleeves. He stands on the right side of the frame, holding a silver-colored dagger with a pointed blade aloft in his right hand, arm extended upward. Behind him is a large, dark blue shape with many pointed, feather-like projections fanning out in a semi-circle, resembling a peacock's tail. In the background, a pale, nude figure lies horizontally across the center of the frame, draped over a dark, black railing. The nude figure's head is on the left and its feet are on the right. On either side of the central scene, two vertical, white rectangular panels feature red-colored, stylized faces with dark eyes and dark mouths. The background behind the blue shape contains patches of red and white. The overall color palette consists of red, dark blue, white, and black. The bottom left corner contains the text November 1926 in white. The bottom right corner contains the text 25c in white. The left edge of the magazine contains the vertical text WEIRD TALES, NOVEMBER, 1926, and USA in white.

                  Alt...Weird Tales vol VIII number 5 (November 1926) - featured story: The Peacock's Shadow by E. Hoffmann Price. Cover art by E. M. Stevenson. The tagline reads The Unique Magazine. Other contributors listed are B. Wallis, Anthony, Oscar Cook, H. Warner Munn, Maria Moravancy, Victor Rousseau, Edmond Hamilton, Robert Emmett Lewis, and Frank Belknap Long Jr. The price is 25c. The illustration depicts a man with dark black hair and a dark beard wearing a long red garment with wide sleeves. He stands on the right side of the frame, holding a silver-colored dagger with a pointed blade aloft in his right hand, arm extended upward. Behind him is a large, dark blue shape with many pointed, feather-like projections fanning out in a semi-circle, resembling a peacock's tail. In the background, a pale, nude figure lies horizontally across the center of the frame, draped over a dark, black railing. The nude figure's head is on the left and its feet are on the right. On either side of the central scene, two vertical, white rectangular panels feature red-colored, stylized faces with dark eyes and dark mouths. The background behind the blue shape contains patches of red and white. The overall color palette consists of red, dark blue, white, and black. The bottom left corner contains the text November 1926 in white. The bottom right corner contains the text 25c in white. The left edge of the magazine contains the vertical text WEIRD TALES, NOVEMBER, 1926, and USA in white.

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

                    When you were people
                    We could have loved you,
                    Found out your names
                    And brought you presents…

                    —“Poem for Innocent Victims of War” by AC Jacobs (1937–1994) – born , 30 May
                    Published in NAMELESS COUNTRY: Selected Poems (Carcanet, 2018)

                    A 🎂 🧵

                    1/6

                    carcanet.co.uk/9781784106751/n

                    Poem for Innocent Victims of War A. C. Jacobs You did not die for me Or love or desperation. No-one chipped your names On plaques on peaceful blocks of stone. You are just the useless dead Who mock our daily sin of passion, Climb through our heads in cold, slow silence. When you were people We could have loved you, Found out your names And brought you presents. We could have walked around with your response. Or even if you chose to die We might have understood your longing And written down your utmost fear. Now, though, you have got beyond our feelings, And we can never almost follow To learn your last shared and perfect secret.

                    Alt...Poem for Innocent Victims of War A. C. Jacobs You did not die for me Or love or desperation. No-one chipped your names On plaques on peaceful blocks of stone. You are just the useless dead Who mock our daily sin of passion, Climb through our heads in cold, slow silence. When you were people We could have loved you, Found out your names And brought you presents. We could have walked around with your response. Or even if you chose to die We might have understood your longing And written down your utmost fear. Now, though, you have got beyond our feelings, And we can never almost follow To learn your last shared and perfect secret.

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

                      Lord, from this city I was born in
                      I cry unto you whom I do not believe in:
                      (Spinoza and Freud among others saw to that)
                      Show me in this place in which I started
                      Where I have gone wrong…

                      —AC Jacobs, “Supplication”

                      2/6

                      Supplication A. C. Jacobs Lord, from this city I was born in I cry unto you whom I do not believe in: (Spinoza and Freud among others saw to that) Show me in this place in which I started Where I have gone wrong. Descend neither in Kirk nor synagogue Nor university nor pub. But on a handy summit like Ben Lomond Make me a new Sinai, and please God Can we have less of the thou-shalt-not?

                      Alt...Supplication A. C. Jacobs Lord, from this city I was born in I cry unto you whom I do not believe in: (Spinoza and Freud among others saw to that) Show me in this place in which I started Where I have gone wrong. Descend neither in Kirk nor synagogue Nor university nor pub. But on a handy summit like Ben Lomond Make me a new Sinai, and please God Can we have less of the thou-shalt-not?

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

                        “Diaspora may be a state of mind, an intellectual and emotional homelessness. The poem works its way through that dislocation, and finds the confidence to offer the absent deity some mischievous but penetrating advice”

                        —Carol Rumens on Jacobs’ “Supplication”

                        3/6

                        theguardian.com/books/booksblo

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

                          ‘Where do you come from?’
                          ‘Glasgow’
                          ‘What part?’
                          ‘Vilna’
                          ‘Where the heck’s that?’
                          ‘A bit east of the Gorbals,
                          In around the heart.’

                          —AC Jacobs, “Place”

                          4/6

                          Place A. C. Jacobs ‘Where do you come from?’ ‘Glasgow.’ ‘What part?’ ‘Vilna.’ ‘Where the heck’s that?’ ‘A bit east of the Gorbals, In around the heart.’

                          Alt...Place A. C. Jacobs ‘Where do you come from?’ ‘Glasgow.’ ‘What part?’ ‘Vilna.’ ‘Where the heck’s that?’ ‘A bit east of the Gorbals, In around the heart.’

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

                            An aunt of mine remarked to me:
                            ‘Ah’m no froom
                            Bit whan Ah see them
                            Ee’in the trayfi meat
                            It scunners me.’
                            I found this very striking.

                            —AC Jacobs, “Dear Mr Leonard”

                            5/6

                            Dear Mr Leonard A. C. Jacobs I wonder whether you'd be Interested, But one Saturday afternoon During the course of a religious discussion An aunt of mine remarked to me: ‘Ah’m no froom Bit whan Ah see them Ee’in the trayfi meat It scunners me.’ I found this very striking And it occurs to me You could use it In one of your poems. Anyway, you might want to Think about it.

                            Alt...Dear Mr Leonard A. C. Jacobs I wonder whether you'd be Interested, But one Saturday afternoon During the course of a religious discussion An aunt of mine remarked to me: ‘Ah’m no froom Bit whan Ah see them Ee’in the trayfi meat It scunners me.’ I found this very striking And it occurs to me You could use it In one of your poems. Anyway, you might want to Think about it.

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

                              “With anti-immigration rhetoric on the rise, the poetry of A.C. Jacobs achieves a new relevance in its celebration of humanity and diversity”

                              —read Will Burns’s review of NAMELESS COUNTRY in The Bottle Imp

                              6/6

                              thebottleimp.org.uk/2018/12/na

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

                                A Little Piece of Light: A Memoir of Hope, Prison, and a Life Unbound by Donna Hylton with Kristine Gasbarre

                                To Sr. Mary Nerney, CND, and all the women still at Bedford.

                                Alt...To Sr. Mary Nerney, CND, and all the women still at Bedford.

                                  [?]Micha » 🌐
                                  @ahaachja.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy

                                  Countess Augusta Louise zu Stolberg-Stolberg (January 7, 1753 – May 30, 1835) became known for her lively correspondence with the poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and went down in literary history as Goethe’s “Gustchen.”

                                  RE: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:mcoc4u5vljqnr6j3k6zzcqlf/post/3mn2tej5u7c2g

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

                                    It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover

                                    For my father, who tried his very best not to be his worst. And for my mother, who made sure we never saw him at his worst.

                                    Alt...For my father, who tried his very best not to be his worst. And for my mother, who made sure we never saw him at his worst.

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

                                      Thae laddies in the Celtic shirts,
                                      a baker’s dozen
                                      lumbering all the way to the summit cairn
                                      the hot last Saturday of May
                                      as larks trilled
                                      and the loch-side braes released their midgies…

                                      —Kathleen Jamie, “Ben Lomond”
                                      published in THE BONNIEST COMPANIE (Picador 2015)

                                      panmacmillan.com/authors/kathl

                                      Ben Lomond Kathleen Jamie Thae laddies in the Celtic shirts, a baker’s dozen lumbering all the way to the summit cairn the hot last Saturday of May as larks trilled and the loch-side braes released their midgies … Well, up at the raven-haunted trig-point (as the sun shone bright o’er the whole lower Clyde) they unfurled a banner, and triumphant-sombre, ranked themselves behind it for the photies, ‘R.I.P.’ it read, then the name of a wee boy they’ll never meet again. Ach, would the wean were playing fit-ba on some bonny banks somewhere … There’s no accounting for it, is there? I mean the low road, and the high.

                                      Alt...Ben Lomond Kathleen Jamie Thae laddies in the Celtic shirts, a baker’s dozen lumbering all the way to the summit cairn the hot last Saturday of May as larks trilled and the loch-side braes released their midgies … Well, up at the raven-haunted trig-point (as the sun shone bright o’er the whole lower Clyde) they unfurled a banner, and triumphant-sombre, ranked themselves behind it for the photies, ‘R.I.P.’ it read, then the name of a wee boy they’ll never meet again. Ach, would the wean were playing fit-ba on some bonny banks somewhere … There’s no accounting for it, is there? I mean the low road, and the high.

                                        [?]Thomas Typewriter » 🌐
                                        @thomastypewriter.art@thomastypewriter.art

                                        and the next assignment is…

                                        If you are interested, the full list of Great Works of Art that I am working through is available at https://www.patreon.com/posts/143132846/  If you like this, or any of my other art, please consider throwing some support my way through my Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/c/ThomasTypewriterTypes) or Ko-fi (https://ko-fi.com/thomastypewriter).  [SENSITIVE CONTENT]

                                        If you are interested, the full list of Great Works of Art that I am working through is available at https://www.patreon.com/posts/143132846/ 

                                        If you like this, or any of my other art, please consider throwing some support my way through my Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/c/ThomasTypewriterTypes) or Ko-fi (https://ko-fi.com/thomastypewriter). 

                                        and the next assignment is…

                                        Alt...and the next assignment is…

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

                                        Japanese writer Shōtarō Yasuoka, born OTD in 1920, was a leading figure in post-war in , and was recognized by the Japanese government as a Person of Cultural Merit cromwell-intl.com/travel/japan

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

                                          Isobel Wylie Hutchison (1889–1982) – author, poet, film-maker, botanist, arctic explorer – was born , 30 May. A 🎂 🧵

                                          WalkHighlands shares an extract from PEAK BEYOND PEAK, describing how she tackled the Corrieyairack Pass between the Cairngorms & Loch Ness

                                          1/4

                                          walkhighlands.co.uk/news/peak-

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

                                            “Why not indeed? ‘Why not?’ is a motto, by the way, to which I became attached at a very early age.”

                                            PEAK BEYOND PEAK: The Unpublished Scottish Journeys of Isobel Wylie Hutchison (Taproot Press, 2022)

                                            2/4

                                            taprootpressuk.co.uk/product/p

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

                                              “Golly! I will have lots to tell if I ever get home again!”

                                              Isobel Wylie Hutchison: the Calling of Bride
                                              —Jo Woolf, Writer in Residence at the Royal Scottish Geographical Society, on Isobel Wylie Hutchison’s arctic expeditions

                                              rsgs.org/blog/international-wo

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

                                                “We were as good pirates as any”

                                                In 1933, Isobel Wylie Hutchison was aboard a small trading schooner just off the Seahorse Islands, about 50 miles southwest of Point Barrow in Alaska, when they received news that the BAYCHIMO, “the ghost ship of the Beaufort Sea”, had been sighted not 10 miles away …

                                                4/4

                                                rsgs.org/blog/isobel-wylie-hut

                                                  [?]proedie [he/him/that idiot over there] » 🌐
                                                  @proedie@mastodon.green

                                                  ちょうど有名な作家、横溝正史の推理小説を買ったところだ。

                                                  (No idea if that sentence was correct. It’s auto translated, because I don’t speak any . 😅)

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

                                                    The Private Worlds of Charlotte Brontë and Octavia E. Butler

                                                    Behind The Huntington Library’s glass cases, the layers of motherhood, career, friendship, family, and loss are revealed in personal objects.

                                                    by Hannah Benson

                                                    hyperallergic.com/the-private-

                                                    Books by Charlotte Brontë at PG:
                                                    gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/408

                                                    A delicate pencil or chalk portrait of a pale, serious-faced Charlotte Brontë with centre-parted hair drawn back, wearing a lace-collared dress. The caption reads "Charlotte Brontë (Mrs. Arthur Bell Nicholls)", noted as being from the portrait by George Richmond, in the possession of Mr. A. B. Nicholls. The heliogravure is credited to F. Jenkins, Paris. Charlotte Bronte and Her Circle by Clement K. Shorter https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19011/19011-h/19011-h.htm

                                                    Alt...A delicate pencil or chalk portrait of a pale, serious-faced Charlotte Brontë with centre-parted hair drawn back, wearing a lace-collared dress. The caption reads "Charlotte Brontë (Mrs. Arthur Bell Nicholls)", noted as being from the portrait by George Richmond, in the possession of Mr. A. B. Nicholls. The heliogravure is credited to F. Jenkins, Paris. Charlotte Bronte and Her Circle by Clement K. Shorter https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19011/19011-h/19011-h.htm

                                                      [?]tkopp » 🌐
                                                      @tkopp@social.vivaldi.net

                                                      Ein Empath steigt aus.
                                                      thalia.de/shop/home/artikeldet
                                                      Die Welt lebt von Empathen. Die Welt braucht die Empathen. Und was geschieht, wenn ein Empath aus seinem Empathendasein ausgestiegen ist?

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

                                                        Visible Light by C. J. Cherryh

                                                        The credit for this collection plainly goes to Don Wollheim, who came up with the idea back in 1979. It took me a few more years, to be sure, to have written a body of short fiction; and for a few years after that what I had written was scattered here and there and some of it too currently in print. So I put the project off. And put it off. Then I thought of it several times and put it off again—until in 1984 Don inquired not once but a second time where that collection was. To answer the question, here it is, Don; and this one is dedicated to you.

                                                        Alt...The credit for this collection plainly goes to Don Wollheim, who came up with the idea back in 1979. It took me a few more years, to be sure, to have written a body of short fiction; and for a few years after that what I had written was scattered here and there and some of it too currently in print. So I put the project off. And put it off. Then I thought of it several times and put it off again—until in 1984 Don inquired not once but a second time where that collection was. To answer the question, here it is, Don; and this one is dedicated to you.

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