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

HORSE'S MEAL. A meal without drinking.

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): HORSE'S MEAL. A meal without drinking. 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): HORSE'S MEAL. A meal without drinking. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

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

    Bread and Circus by Airea D. Matthews

    For Fred. Forgiven.

    Alt...For Fred. Forgiven.

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

      Born this day: 05/28/1955
      Geoffrey Alan Landis is a SciFi author and scientist, working for NASA. Winner of a Nebula, two Hugos and a Locus Award. "A Walk in the Sun" won the 1992 Hugo Award for Best Short Story, published in Asimov Science Fiction - October 1991.

      en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geoffrey


      @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

      astralcomputing.com

      Art by Broeck Steadman

      Asimov Science Fiction Magazine (October 1991) - featured story: TERROR STALKS THE BLITZ IN JACK by CONNIE WILLIS. Cover art by Alex Schomburg. Asimov Science Fiction is printed in large, white, sans-serif capital letters at the top. October 1991 and $2.50 U.S./$3.25 CAN are in the upper corner. TERROR STALKS THE BLITZ IN JACK is printed in white, capital letters, with CONNIE WILLIS printed below. R. Garcia y Robertson, Tanith Lee, and Gregory Benford are printed in a smaller white font. The illustration features a close-up of a man's face in the bottom right foreground. His skin is pale with light brown shadows on the sides of his nose and temples. He has short, light brown hair and brown eyes looking toward the viewer. His mouth is slightly open, revealing white teeth. He wears a dark blue garment. Behind him is a cityscape of London. The Elizabeth Tower, containing Big Ben, is visible with a light-colored circular clock face and dark architectural details. To the left are gothic-style buildings with pointed spires and dark silhouettes. The sky is a gradient of orange, yellow, and light brown. The buildings are rendered in dark brown and black tones. The color palette consists of orange, yellow, brown, dark blue, and black. A white barcode in the bottom left corner contains the numbers 36009 and 0 387167 6.

      Alt...Asimov Science Fiction Magazine (October 1991) - featured story: TERROR STALKS THE BLITZ IN JACK by CONNIE WILLIS. Cover art by Alex Schomburg. Asimov Science Fiction is printed in large, white, sans-serif capital letters at the top. October 1991 and $2.50 U.S./$3.25 CAN are in the upper corner. TERROR STALKS THE BLITZ IN JACK is printed in white, capital letters, with CONNIE WILLIS printed below. R. Garcia y Robertson, Tanith Lee, and Gregory Benford are printed in a smaller white font. The illustration features a close-up of a man's face in the bottom right foreground. His skin is pale with light brown shadows on the sides of his nose and temples. He has short, light brown hair and brown eyes looking toward the viewer. His mouth is slightly open, revealing white teeth. He wears a dark blue garment. Behind him is a cityscape of London. The Elizabeth Tower, containing Big Ben, is visible with a light-colored circular clock face and dark architectural details. To the left are gothic-style buildings with pointed spires and dark silhouettes. The sky is a gradient of orange, yellow, and light brown. The buildings are rendered in dark brown and black tones. The color palette consists of orange, yellow, brown, dark blue, and black. A white barcode in the bottom left corner contains the numbers 36009 and 0 387167 6.

        [?]Izaskun Gracia Quintana » 🌐
        @IzaskunGraciaQuintana@mastodon.world

        Hau ona liburua eta hau ona itzulpena ere. Guztiz gomendagarria 🖤🖤🖤

        Fotografía en color del libro «Kantu leuna», por Leïla Slimani

        Alt...Fotografía en color del libro «Kantu leuna», por Leïla Slimani

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

          The Second Emancipation: Nkrumah, Pan-Africanism, and Global Blackness at High Tide by Howard W. French

          For my sons, Will, who was born in the West Africa of this book, and Henry, who has been such steady company exploring it together with me.

          Alt...For my sons, Will, who was born in the West Africa of this book, and Henry, who has been such steady company exploring it together with me.

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

            🎉 NEW EDITION!

            Alan Sharp (1934–2013) is remembered today as a screenwriter, the author of classic Hollywood movies such as Ulzana’s Raid (1972) & Night Moves (1975), as well as the 1995 film Rob Roy, starring Liam Neeson. But his writing career began with the award-winning – & taboo-breaking – novel A GREEN TREE IN GEDDE. Still controversial, it is nevertheless “a flagship of 1960s Scottish prose”. Order now!

            asls.org.uk/publications/books

            Book cover A GREEN TREE IN GEDDE Alan Sharp White lettering against a background of bright green overlapping leaves. Between the words of the title, in much smaller lettering, are the following lines: Here we sit Birds in the wilderness Down in Demerara

            Alt...Book cover A GREEN TREE IN GEDDE Alan Sharp White lettering against a background of bright green overlapping leaves. Between the words of the title, in much smaller lettering, are the following lines: Here we sit Birds in the wilderness Down in Demerara

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

              Into perplexity: as an itch chased round
              an oxter or early man in the cave mouth
              watching rain-drifts pour from beyond

              his understanding…

              —“The Beautiful”, by Roddy Lumsden (1966–2020) – born , 28 May. A 🎂 🧵
              from POETRY magazine, Dec 2008

              1/7

              poetryfoundation.org/poetrymag

              The Beautiful by Roddy Lumsden Into perplexity: as an itch chased round an oxter or early man in the cave mouth watching rain-drifts pour from beyond his understanding. Whether to admire the mere sensation, enough, or hold out for sweeter ornament, vessels of wonder born with that ur-charm of symmetry; lovely ones we ache to prize and praise, climb into and become because they try our day-by-day significance: some of us ugly and most of us plain, walked past in the drowned streets: pearls of paste, salted butter, secondary colors. They drift unapproached, gazed never-selves, blunt paragons of genetic industry. We desire them but cannot want such order. We stand, mouths open, and cannot help stammering our secrets, nailed to water.

              Alt...The Beautiful by Roddy Lumsden Into perplexity: as an itch chased round an oxter or early man in the cave mouth watching rain-drifts pour from beyond his understanding. Whether to admire the mere sensation, enough, or hold out for sweeter ornament, vessels of wonder born with that ur-charm of symmetry; lovely ones we ache to prize and praise, climb into and become because they try our day-by-day significance: some of us ugly and most of us plain, walked past in the drowned streets: pearls of paste, salted butter, secondary colors. They drift unapproached, gazed never-selves, blunt paragons of genetic industry. We desire them but cannot want such order. We stand, mouths open, and cannot help stammering our secrets, nailed to water.

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

                Mischief Night – Roddy Lumsden’s Return
                12 June, Waverley Bar, Edinburgh – free

                In 1997, Roddy Lumsden launched his first full-length collection, YEAH YEAH YEAH. The event heralded the arrival of one of poetry’s most mercurial talents, as Roddy proved over seven more collections prior to his untimely death in 2020. 29 years on, his friends & fans return to celebrate what would have been his 60th birthday

                2/7

                eventbrite.co.uk/e/mischief-ni

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

                  You bastards! It’s all sherbet, and folly
                  makes you laugh like mules. Chances dance
                  off your wrists, each day ready,

                  sprites in your bones…

                  —Roddy Lumsden, “The Young”
                  from POETRY magazine, Dec 2008

                  3/7

                  poetryfoundation.org/poetrymag

                  The Young By Roddy Lumsden You bastards! It’s all sherbet, and folly makes you laugh like mules. Chances dance off your wrists, each day ready, sprites in your bones and spite not yet swollen, not yet set. You gather handful after miracle handful, seeing straight, reaching the lighthouse in record time, pockets brim with scimitar things. Now is not a pinpoint but a sprawling realm. Bewilderment and thrill are whip-quick twins, carried on your backs, each vow new to touch and each mistake a broken biscuit. I was you. Sea robber boarding the won galleon. Roaring trees. Machines without levers, easy in bowel and lung. One cartwheel over the quicksand curve of Tuesday to Tuesday and you're gone, summering, a ship on the farthest wave.

                  Alt...The Young By Roddy Lumsden You bastards! It’s all sherbet, and folly makes you laugh like mules. Chances dance off your wrists, each day ready, sprites in your bones and spite not yet swollen, not yet set. You gather handful after miracle handful, seeing straight, reaching the lighthouse in record time, pockets brim with scimitar things. Now is not a pinpoint but a sprawling realm. Bewilderment and thrill are whip-quick twins, carried on your backs, each vow new to touch and each mistake a broken biscuit. I was you. Sea robber boarding the won galleon. Roaring trees. Machines without levers, easy in bowel and lung. One cartwheel over the quicksand curve of Tuesday to Tuesday and you're gone, summering, a ship on the farthest wave.

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

                    I’m trying to string together three words
                    which I hate more than I hate myself:
                    𝘨𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘺 and … when I realise
                    that words no longer count for much at all…

                    —Roddy Lumsden, “My Pain”
                    from MISCHIEF NIGHT (Bloodaxe, 2004)

                    4/7

                    bloodaxebooks.com/ecs/product/

                    My Pain by Roddy Lumsden ...one begins, ungratefully, to long for the contrasting tone of some honest, unironic misery, confident that when it arrives Roddy Lumsden will have the technical resources to handle it. —Neil Powell, TLS I’m trying to string together three words which I hate more than I hate myself: gobsmacked, hubby and...when I realise that words no longer count for much at all. And that’s me back down, head on the floor. It’s like Cathal Coughlan goes in his song: till I’ve seen how low I can go. It’s like what my ancestor told me in a dream: You’ll be a sponge for the pain of others. It’s like what I told the lassie from the local paper: I do not suffer for my art, I just suffer. And face it, while we’re at it, it’s like what curly Shona said that night at Graffiti when all the gang were gathered for the show: how she reckoned I would be the first to die, or the time I slipped back from the bogs in Bo’s to hear my best friend tell a stranger girl who’d been sweet in my company, mind how you go with Roddy, he’s damaged goods, you know.

                    Alt...My Pain by Roddy Lumsden ...one begins, ungratefully, to long for the contrasting tone of some honest, unironic misery, confident that when it arrives Roddy Lumsden will have the technical resources to handle it. —Neil Powell, TLS I’m trying to string together three words which I hate more than I hate myself: gobsmacked, hubby and...when I realise that words no longer count for much at all. And that’s me back down, head on the floor. It’s like Cathal Coughlan goes in his song: till I’ve seen how low I can go. It’s like what my ancestor told me in a dream: You’ll be a sponge for the pain of others. It’s like what I told the lassie from the local paper: I do not suffer for my art, I just suffer. And face it, while we’re at it, it’s like what curly Shona said that night at Graffiti when all the gang were gathered for the show: how she reckoned I would be the first to die, or the time I slipped back from the bogs in Bo’s to hear my best friend tell a stranger girl who’d been sweet in my company, mind how you go with Roddy, he’s damaged goods, you know.

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

                      Ambition knocks – a tropical disease.
                      My voice slows up and comes at you
                      as if through a wave of coconut milk…

                      —Roddy Lumsden, “The Drowning Man”
                      from POETRY magazine, June 2004

                      5/7

                      poetryfoundation.org/poetrymag

                      Roddy Lumsden THE DROWNING MAN Ambition knocks – a tropical disease. My voice slows up and comes at you as if through a wave of coconut milk. The lifeboat glugs into a world of rust. The wind eccentric quiets the blue above my head, over our heads. In the elsewhere, I see majorettes, the ends of rummage sales, the heaving panther coiling round an oak, I think I see a dim light from a forest shack, I think I see the outline of an arm through tinted glass, my children sliding down the sky, not born.

                      Alt...Roddy Lumsden THE DROWNING MAN Ambition knocks – a tropical disease. My voice slows up and comes at you as if through a wave of coconut milk. The lifeboat glugs into a world of rust. The wind eccentric quiets the blue above my head, over our heads. In the elsewhere, I see majorettes, the ends of rummage sales, the heaving panther coiling round an oak, I think I see a dim light from a forest shack, I think I see the outline of an arm through tinted glass, my children sliding down the sky, not born.

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

                        From 2017: Roddy Lumsden talks about his work & his collection SO GLAD I’M ME, published by Bloodaxe Books & shortlisted for the 2017 T.S. Eliot Prize.

                        6/7

                        youtube.com/watch?v=qqcnGeFxOqM

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

                          “This is punch-the-air poetry, the knowing in that feeling place in your gut that someone understands and can put it in words so much better than your own”

                          —Alison Craig reviews Roddy Lumsden’s SO GLAD I’M ME (Bloodaxe, 2017)

                          7/7

                          thebottleimp.org.uk/2018/07/so

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

                            Douglas Stuart in conversation with Kevin MacNeil
                            29 May, An Lanntair, Stornoway – £12/£10

                            “JOHN OF JOHN is Douglas Stuart’s finest novel yet… he infuses his narrative with an authentic understanding of the essence of Hebridean identity… a contemporary masterpiece”

                            lanntair.com/events/event/doug

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

                              Love Language

                              The undying dream of Esperanto

                              by Katie Thornton

                              harpers.org/archive/2026/06/lo

                              Books in Esperanto at PG:
                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/bookshelf

                              The Esperantist, Complete Editor: H. Bolingbroke Mudie The cover of The Esperantist, Vol. I (Nov. 1903 – Dec. 1904), published at Norfolk Street, Strand, London. The ornate black-and-white design features a central star — the symbol of the Esperanto movement — surrounded by circular medallions depicting the continents of the world. A small portrait, likely of L.L. Zamenhof, the creator of Esperanto, appears at the centre bottom. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/38240/pg38240-images.html

                              Alt...The Esperantist, Complete Editor: H. Bolingbroke Mudie The cover of The Esperantist, Vol. I (Nov. 1903 – Dec. 1904), published at Norfolk Street, Strand, London. The ornate black-and-white design features a central star — the symbol of the Esperanto movement — surrounded by circular medallions depicting the continents of the world. A small portrait, likely of L.L. Zamenhof, the creator of Esperanto, appears at the centre bottom. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/38240/pg38240-images.html

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

                                On the Literary Afterlife of Japan's First Working Woman Writer

                                Translator Bryan Karetnyk Considers the Work of Higuchi Ichiyō

                                lithub.com/on-the-literary-aft

                                Books about Japanese literature at PG:
                                gutenberg.org/ebooks/subject/2

                                Portrait of Higuchi Ichiyou, a Japanese writer. (1872 – 1896) A black-and-white photograph of a young Japanese woman with her dark hair swept up in a traditional Meiji-era style. She wears a kimono and gazes directly at the camera with a composed, serious expression. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ichiy%C5%8D_Higuchi#/media/File:Higuchi_Ichiyou.png

                                Alt...Portrait of Higuchi Ichiyou, a Japanese writer. (1872 – 1896) A black-and-white photograph of a young Japanese woman with her dark hair swept up in a traditional Meiji-era style. She wears a kimono and gazes directly at the camera with a composed, serious expression. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ichiy%C5%8D_Higuchi#/media/File:Higuchi_Ichiyou.png

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

                                  Something understood. How to read poetry.

                                  "I want to be the sort of person who reads poetry, but I don’t always understand it."

                                  by Henry Oliver

                                  commonreader.co.uk/p/something

                                  Books in Poetry at PG:
                                  gutenberg.org/ebooks/bookshelf

                                  The Blue Poetry Book Editor: Andrew Lang Illustrator: H. J. Ford & Lancelot Speed The central illustration is a dark, swirling Romantic vignette of a reclining female figure surrounded by turbulent, dreamlike forms. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/46515/pg46515-images.html

                                  Alt...The Blue Poetry Book Editor: Andrew Lang Illustrator: H. J. Ford & Lancelot Speed The central illustration is a dark, swirling Romantic vignette of a reclining female figure surrounded by turbulent, dreamlike forms. https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/46515/pg46515-images.html

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

                                    For this week’s #ThursdayBooksandBeer I’m reading the second novel by Swiss prodigy Nelio Biedermann, Lázár. It’s one thing to have a second novel published at the age of 22, but to get front cover blurbs from Patti Smith and Daniel Kehlmann calling you “masterly” and “truly great”, surely some Faustian bargain with the devil has been struck. The beer match is therefore a “Faust” Märzen from Working Title. “He read it for the first time in the night of that day, which later would weigh as heavily and imposingly in his life as a large, lichen-covered boulder that diverts the stream of time in a different direction.” #reading #literature #craftbeer

                                      [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                      Silver Sparrow by Tayari Jones

                                      For my parents, Barbara and Mack Jones, who, to the best of my knowledge, are married only to each other

                                      Alt...For my parents, Barbara and Mack Jones, who, to the best of my knowledge, are married only to each other

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

                                        En un garaje subterráneo, Aurora vio días enteros pasar en segundos. Selene solo sonrió y corrigió el error de sintaxis en la realidad con un “punto y aparte”. Porque el tiempo no existe: solo la narrativa.
                                        fictograma.com/d/3036-eventos-

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

                                          COURT CARD. A gay fluttering coxcomb.

                                          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): COURT CARD. A gay fluttering coxcomb. 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): COURT CARD. A gay fluttering coxcomb. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

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

                                            Hay personas que aprenden a volverse invisibles en supermercados, carnicerías y conversaciones ajenas. Sonríen, saludan y callan mientras el mundo sigue hablando como si no existieran.
                                            fictograma.com/d/3035-la-vida-

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

                                              🌊 Dioses. Sirenas. Secretos bajo el océano.
                                              ✨ “Where Sirens Sleep” — Capítulo 1 ya disponible.
                                              Cuando el Olimpo tiembla, incluso los mares esconden monstruos. 🔱🖤
                                              fictograma.com/d/3031-where-si

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

                                                Cuz: The Life and Times of Michael A. by Danielle Allen

                                                For my Aunt Karen, and the millions gone

                                                Alt...For my Aunt Karen, and the millions gone

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

                                                  Ocio estresado. Poema de Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. Sus poemas en su voz




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

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

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

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

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

                                                    We Are. Poem by Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice. 5

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

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

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

                                                    Stressed Leisure. Poem by Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice.

                                                    [?]DoomsdaysCW » 🌐
                                                    @DoomsdaysCW@kolektiva.social

                                                    So, the article was behind a paywall, but damn! More of this, please...!

                                                    From the - St. John’s College Is Weird. Maybe Yours Should Be More Like It.

                                                    Its approach is , and spreading

                                                    By Beth McMurtrie

                                                    "Seeking to understand the unique culture of learning that distinguishes St. John’s College, The Chronicle of Higher Education's Beth McMurtrie traveled to the Annapolis campus in January, where she watched 13 sophomores and two tutors gather around a table in McDowell Hall to discuss Dante's Purgatorio.

                                                    "Tutor Emily Langston opened that evening's seminar by reading a passage about Dante seeking freedom, and then asked the room a deceptively simple question: In what sense is he free? And has his understanding of freedom changed?

                                                    " 'The students opened their marked-up paperbacks, flipping pages as they considered the questions. There was not a laptop or a cell phone in sight. Then they began an increasingly rare activity on college campuses today. They discussed, for more than two hours, a complicated work and the deeper questions it presents.'

                                                    "McMurtrie also spoke with multiple Johnnies and tutors, weaving their reflections throughout the resulting profile while exploring how the college's Great Books-based pedagogy has become a model for other institutions—and how a time-tested classical education can be revolutionary in modern times."

                                                    More about

                                                    St. John’s Reading List: A Great Books Curriculum

                                                    "St. John’s College is best known for its reading list and the Great Books curriculum that was adopted in 1937. While the list of books has evolved over the last century, the tradition of all students reading foundational texts of Western civilization remains. The reading list at St. John’s includes classic works in , , political science, psychology, , religion, economics, math, chemistry, physics, biology, , , , and more.

                                                    To see the reading list organized by class year and subject matter, scroll down. Or view a simple list organized alphabetically by author. Learn more about classes at St. John’s and the subjects students study."

                                                    sjc.edu/academic-programs/unde

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