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[?]Caesai » 🌐
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Martha C. Nussbaum, El conocimiento del amor: ensayos sobre filosofía y literatura.

Martha C. Nussbaum, El conocimiento del amor: ensayos sobre filosofía y literatura.

Alt...Martha C. Nussbaum, El conocimiento del amor: ensayos sobre filosofía y literatura.

[?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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The Half-God of Rainfall by Inua Ellams

For Veronica Ellams, Mariam Asuquo, Hadiza Alex Ellams, Claire Trévien, Annabel Stapleton Crittendon, Imogen Butler Cole, Joelle Taylor and Michaela Coel. In solidarity with women who have spoken against or stood up to male abuses of power in all its forms.

Alt...For Veronica Ellams, Mariam Asuquo, Hadiza Alex Ellams, Claire Trévien, Annabel Stapleton Crittendon, Imogen Butler Cole, Joelle Taylor and Michaela Coel. In solidarity with women who have spoken against or stood up to male abuses of power in all its forms.

    [?]Stefan Bohacek » 🌐
    @stefan@stefanbohacek.online

    More than a decade before the Czech playwright Karel Capek coined the word "robot", there was Tik-Tok.

    "Dorothy and other characters repeatedly question whether Tik-Tok is, in fact, alive."

    daily.jstor.org/did-the-first-

    en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tik-Tok_

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

      En "Los viajes de Shin": “Elisium debía ser un desierto muerto. Ahora estaba cubierto de nieve, cadáveres y soldados de Exquema matándose entre sí.”
      fictograma.com/d/2966-los-viaj

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

        En "CÓDIGO AZUL: CAP. 2": Tu mente no necesita otra batalla esta noche. Necesita apagar alarmas, cerrar heridas pendientes y dejar de fingir que puede salvarlo todo...
        fictograma.com/d/2967-capitulo

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

          En "El atardecer de las vidas posibles": Ella no lanzó hechizos. Rompió recuerdos, dobló el tiempo y convirtió la culpa en un arma. Algunos monstruos no matan cuerpos… devoran...
          fictograma.com/d/2968-el-atard

            [?](Older) RJT » 🌐
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            Fetters of Common Expectations

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              [?]RJT » 🌐
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              my last memory of Itamar Ben-Gvir

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                [?]RJT » 🌐
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                branded

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                  [?]RJT » 🌐
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                  and that day another reluctantly comes
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                  Naaman’s Cipher of Sparked Joy
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                  A National Market of Wells and the Inaudible Homecoming
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                    [?]OhSnap!Dragon » 🌐
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                    Now that I'm retired/moving soon, I have a house full of books I'll never re-read (tho keeping some faves).
                    I recall selling books to used bookstores for $ in the 2000s, but no more!
                    I wasn't looking forward to just dumping these in my recycling bin, so I'm glad I found this place called The Book Rescuers nearby. They accept donated books, records, CDs, DVDs, and sell them for $0.99, 1.99, or 2.99 (teacher's materials are free).
                    At least I'll be able to live w/ myself now.

                    a young person with cool purple hair, a multi-colored hoodie, and hipster glasses seated at a table hunched over some books, with books stacked everywhere

                    Alt...a young person with cool purple hair, a multi-colored hoodie, and hipster glasses seated at a table hunched over some books, with books stacked everywhere

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                      [?]firekeeper [he/him] » 🌐
                      @firekeeper@b0nfire.xyz

                      We're reading y'all.

                      I like Logen, Luther, West, Glotka certainly, and I love Frost, bro is just employed, does his job, lol. Dogman's my dude, all the characters rule.

                      Witty, funny, dramatic, tense, even, dare I say... hot?

                      I'm halfway through, started Act 2 but I digest media slowly. I might skip back to Foundation 3 before finishing TFL trilogy.


                      Joe Abercrombie - "Before They Are Hanged"

                      Alt...Joe Abercrombie - "Before They Are Hanged"

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

                        Born this day: 1956
                        Robert A. Metzger is an American electrical engineer and science fiction author. Picoverse (2003) was nominated for the Nebula Award. Metzger began writing science fiction stories as a child, but it was not until 1987 that he sold his first science fiction short story.

                        en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_A


                        @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

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                        The book cover for "PICOVERSE" features a sci-fi theme. At the top, the title "PICOVERSE" is displayed in large, bold, white, all-caps sans-serif typography across the width. Behind the title is a dark reddish grid pattern resembling a wireframe lattice. The center is dominated by a glowing cyan and electric blue field. Centered in this radiant field is a prominent, luminous cyan abstract icon resembling an elongated, interlocking knot or a twisted figure-eight loop. Two straight, thick beams of light project upward and outward diagonally from the top of this knot, forming a "V" shape that extends toward the title. The lighting radiates from this central neon-blue loop, casting bright horizontal flares and geometric highlights across the composition. On the left side, two promotional quotes are printed in black sans-serif font. The top quote reads, “Physics hasn't been this much fun since Timescape.” credited to —Robert J. Sawyer. Directly underneath, the second quote states, “A hard SF read at high velocity.” credited to —Gregory Benford. The bottom third transitions into a dark silhouette resembling an uneven, abstract landscape, with subtle highlights of yellow and green light emanating from small, vertical slit apertures near the base. The author's name, "Robert A. Metzger", is displayed at the bottom right in clean, white, sans-serif typography. Faint "Copyrighted Material" text appears at the very top and bottom borders. Cover artist credit is not visible on the cover.

                        Alt...The book cover for "PICOVERSE" features a sci-fi theme. At the top, the title "PICOVERSE" is displayed in large, bold, white, all-caps sans-serif typography across the width. Behind the title is a dark reddish grid pattern resembling a wireframe lattice. The center is dominated by a glowing cyan and electric blue field. Centered in this radiant field is a prominent, luminous cyan abstract icon resembling an elongated, interlocking knot or a twisted figure-eight loop. Two straight, thick beams of light project upward and outward diagonally from the top of this knot, forming a "V" shape that extends toward the title. The lighting radiates from this central neon-blue loop, casting bright horizontal flares and geometric highlights across the composition. On the left side, two promotional quotes are printed in black sans-serif font. The top quote reads, “Physics hasn't been this much fun since Timescape.” credited to —Robert J. Sawyer. Directly underneath, the second quote states, “A hard SF read at high velocity.” credited to —Gregory Benford. The bottom third transitions into a dark silhouette resembling an uneven, abstract landscape, with subtle highlights of yellow and green light emanating from small, vertical slit apertures near the base. The author's name, "Robert A. Metzger", is displayed at the bottom right in clean, white, sans-serif typography. Faint "Copyrighted Material" text appears at the very top and bottom borders. Cover artist credit is not visible on the cover.

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

                          Outwith Reality – Scottish Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror
                          26 August, Waterstones, Leeds – £5

                          Hosted in conjunction with the British Fantasy Society, this panel will be a conversation about all things Scottish storytelling, mythology & folklore. With authors Ian Green, Shona Kinsella, Rafael Torrubia & Lorraine Wilson, & moderated by Katie Bruce.

                          waterstones.com/events/panel-o

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

                            “Robert Louis Stevenson was neither a medical doctor nor a dentist, but undeniably, his character and writings were significantly influenced by the medical culture of his time in Edinburgh’s Old Town, with our College having played a central role”

                            rcsed.ac.uk/news-resources/rcs

                            A metal plaque attached to the wall of Number 1 Drummond Street at the University of Edinburgh. The plaque reads: IN MEMORY OF ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON, 1850-1894, son and student of Edinburgh. “and when I remembered all that I hoped and feared as I pickled about Rutherford’s in the rain and the east wind; how I feared I should make a mere shipwreck, and yet timidly hoped not; how I feared I should never have a friend far less a wife, and yet passionately hoped I might; how I hoped (if I did not take to drink) I should possibly write one little book. And then now – what a change! I feel somehow as if I should like the incident set upon a brass plate at the corner of that dreary thoroughfare, for all students to read, poor devils, when their hearts are down.” from the South Seas, September 1888 Presented on behalf of all Stevenson lovers ....... September 1995

                            Alt...A metal plaque attached to the wall of Number 1 Drummond Street at the University of Edinburgh. The plaque reads: IN MEMORY OF ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON, 1850-1894, son and student of Edinburgh. “and when I remembered all that I hoped and feared as I pickled about Rutherford’s in the rain and the east wind; how I feared I should make a mere shipwreck, and yet timidly hoped not; how I feared I should never have a friend far less a wife, and yet passionately hoped I might; how I hoped (if I did not take to drink) I should possibly write one little book. And then now – what a change! I feel somehow as if I should like the incident set upon a brass plate at the corner of that dreary thoroughfare, for all students to read, poor devils, when their hearts are down.” from the South Seas, September 1888 Presented on behalf of all Stevenson lovers ....... September 1995

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

                              Der Zwerg - eine zauberhafte Geschichte
                              amazon.de/Zwerg-Tania-Christin

                              [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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                              Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain by Portia De Rossi

                              To Ellen, for showing me what beauty is

                              Alt...To Ellen, for showing me what beauty is

                                [?]Michael Martinez » 🌐
                                @michael@middle-earth.xenite.org

                                Q: How Far Can Elves See?

                                ANSWER: I received the following question in May of 2025:

                                Just how far can Elves see and in what detail? In “The Two Towers” right after restoring Theoden, they are looking eastward from outside Meduseld at Edoras. In referring to Legolas it says “It seemed to Legolas, as he strained his farseeing eyes, that he caught a glint of white: far away perchance the sun […]

                                https://middle-earth.xenite.org/how-far-can-elves-see/

                                A picture of Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli running across Rohan with Gwaihir the Windlord in the sky ahead of them.

                                Alt...A picture of Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli running across Rohan with Gwaihir the Windlord in the sky ahead of them.

                                [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
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                                Celestial Tea!—A fountain that can cure
                                The ills of passion, and can free the fair
                                From frowns and sighs, by Disappointment earn’d…

                                —For International Tea Day: Robert Fergusson’s (1750–1774) “Tea. A Poem” takes a less than enthusiastic approach to the beverage

                                Robert Fergusson TEA. A Poem Ye maidens modest! on whose sullen brows Hath weaning Chastity her wrinkles cull’d, Who constant labour o’er consumptive oil, At midnight knell, to wash sleep’s nightly balm From closing eye-lids, with the grateful drops Of Tea’s blest juices; list th’ obsequious lays That come not with Parnassian honours crown’d, To dwell in murmurs o’er your sleepy sense; But fresh from Orient blown to chace far off Your lethargy, that dormant needles rous’d May pierce the waving Mantua’s silken folds: For many a dame in chamber sadly pent, Hath this reviving limpid call’d to life; And well it did, to mitigate the frowns Of anger reddening on Lucinda’s brow, With flash malignant, that had harbour’d there, If she at masquerade, or play, or ball, Appear’d not in her newest, best attire. But Venus, goddess of th’ eternal smile, Knowing that stormy brows but ill become Fair patterns of her beauty, hath ordain’d

                                Alt...Robert Fergusson TEA. A Poem Ye maidens modest! on whose sullen brows Hath weaning Chastity her wrinkles cull’d, Who constant labour o’er consumptive oil, At midnight knell, to wash sleep’s nightly balm From closing eye-lids, with the grateful drops Of Tea’s blest juices; list th’ obsequious lays That come not with Parnassian honours crown’d, To dwell in murmurs o’er your sleepy sense; But fresh from Orient blown to chace far off Your lethargy, that dormant needles rous’d May pierce the waving Mantua’s silken folds: For many a dame in chamber sadly pent, Hath this reviving limpid call’d to life; And well it did, to mitigate the frowns Of anger reddening on Lucinda’s brow, With flash malignant, that had harbour’d there, If she at masquerade, or play, or ball, Appear’d not in her newest, best attire. But Venus, goddess of th’ eternal smile, Knowing that stormy brows but ill become Fair patterns of her beauty, hath ordain’d

                                Celestial Tea!—A fountain that can cure The ills of passion, and can free the fair From frowns and sighs, by Disappointment earn’d. To her, ye fair, in adoration bow! Whether at blushing morn, or dewy eve; Her smoaking cordials greet your fragrant board, With Shushong, Congo, or coarse Bohea crown’d. At midnight skies, ye Mantua-makers, hail The sacred offering!—For the haughty Belles No longer upbraid your ling’ring hands With trains upborn aloft by dusky gales That sweep the ball-room—swift they glide along And, with their sailing streamers, catch the eye Of some Adonis, mark’d to love a prey, Whose bosom ne’er had panted with a sigh, But for the silken drap’ries that inclose Graces which nature has by Art conceal’d. Mark well the fair! observe their modest eye, With all the innocence of beauty blest. Could Slander o’er that tongue its pow’r retain Whose breath is music? Ah, fallacious thought! The surface is Ambrosia’s mingl’d sweets; But all below is death. At tea-board met,

                                Alt...Celestial Tea!—A fountain that can cure The ills of passion, and can free the fair From frowns and sighs, by Disappointment earn’d. To her, ye fair, in adoration bow! Whether at blushing morn, or dewy eve; Her smoaking cordials greet your fragrant board, With Shushong, Congo, or coarse Bohea crown’d. At midnight skies, ye Mantua-makers, hail The sacred offering!—For the haughty Belles No longer upbraid your ling’ring hands With trains upborn aloft by dusky gales That sweep the ball-room—swift they glide along And, with their sailing streamers, catch the eye Of some Adonis, mark’d to love a prey, Whose bosom ne’er had panted with a sigh, But for the silken drap’ries that inclose Graces which nature has by Art conceal’d. Mark well the fair! observe their modest eye, With all the innocence of beauty blest. Could Slander o’er that tongue its pow’r retain Whose breath is music? Ah, fallacious thought! The surface is Ambrosia’s mingl’d sweets; But all below is death. At tea-board met,

                                Attend their prattling tongues—they scoff—they rail Unbounded; but their darts are chiefly aim’d At some gay Fair, whose beauties far eclipse Her dim beholders—who, with haggard eyes, Would blight those charms where raptures long have dwelt In extacy, delighted and suffic’d. In vain hath Beauty, with her varied robe, Bestow’d her glowing blushes o’er her cheeks, And call’d attendant Graces to her aid, To blend the scarlet and the lilly fair. In vain did Venus in her fav’rite mould Adapt the slender form to Cupid’s choice— When slender comes, her blasts too fatal prove; Pale are those cheeks where youth and beauty glow’d, Where smiles, where freshness, and where roses grew: Ghastly and wan their Gorgon picture comes, With ev’ry Fury grinning from the looks Of frightful monster—Envy’s hissing tongue, With deepest vengeance wounds, and ev’ry wound With deeper canker, deeper poison teems. O Gold! thy luring lustre first prevail’d On Man to tempt the fretful winds and waves, And hunt new fancies. Still thy glaring form

                                Alt...Attend their prattling tongues—they scoff—they rail Unbounded; but their darts are chiefly aim’d At some gay Fair, whose beauties far eclipse Her dim beholders—who, with haggard eyes, Would blight those charms where raptures long have dwelt In extacy, delighted and suffic’d. In vain hath Beauty, with her varied robe, Bestow’d her glowing blushes o’er her cheeks, And call’d attendant Graces to her aid, To blend the scarlet and the lilly fair. In vain did Venus in her fav’rite mould Adapt the slender form to Cupid’s choice— When slender comes, her blasts too fatal prove; Pale are those cheeks where youth and beauty glow’d, Where smiles, where freshness, and where roses grew: Ghastly and wan their Gorgon picture comes, With ev’ry Fury grinning from the looks Of frightful monster—Envy’s hissing tongue, With deepest vengeance wounds, and ev’ry wound With deeper canker, deeper poison teems. O Gold! thy luring lustre first prevail’d On Man to tempt the fretful winds and waves, And hunt new fancies. Still thy glaring form

                                Bids Commerce thrive, and o’er the Indian waves, O’er-stemming danger, draw the lab’ring keel From China’s coast to Britain’s colder clime, Fraught with the fruits and herbage of their vales; In them whatever vegetable springs, How loathsome and corrupted, triumphs here, The bane of life, of health the sure decay; Yet, yet ye swallow, and extol the draught, Tho’ nervous ails should spring, and vap’rish qualms Our senses and our appetites destroy. Look round, ye sipplers of the poison’d cup From foreign plant distill’d! no more repine That Nature, sparing of her sacred sweets, Hath doom’d you in a wilderness to dwell, While round Britannia’s streams she kindly rears Green Sage and Wild Thyme.—These were sure decreed As plants of Britain to regale her sons With native moisture, more refreshing sweet, And more profuse of health and vigour’s balm, Than all the stems that India can boast.

                                Alt...Bids Commerce thrive, and o’er the Indian waves, O’er-stemming danger, draw the lab’ring keel From China’s coast to Britain’s colder clime, Fraught with the fruits and herbage of their vales; In them whatever vegetable springs, How loathsome and corrupted, triumphs here, The bane of life, of health the sure decay; Yet, yet ye swallow, and extol the draught, Tho’ nervous ails should spring, and vap’rish qualms Our senses and our appetites destroy. Look round, ye sipplers of the poison’d cup From foreign plant distill’d! no more repine That Nature, sparing of her sacred sweets, Hath doom’d you in a wilderness to dwell, While round Britannia’s streams she kindly rears Green Sage and Wild Thyme.—These were sure decreed As plants of Britain to regale her sons With native moisture, more refreshing sweet, And more profuse of health and vigour’s balm, Than all the stems that India can boast.

                                  [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
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                                  “Look round, ye sipplers of the poison’d cup
                                  From foreign plant distill’d!”

                                  —In this article, Amy Wilcockson looks at food & drink in Robert Fergusson’s poems, & sees him take aim at what tea represents: overseas trade, cosmopolitanism, & exotic tastes

                                  thebottleimp.org.uk/2024/11/oy

                                    [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
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                                    “When Jennie first meets the 𝑡𝑜𝑑-𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑙, she cries enquiringly 𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑖𝑐𝑘? This Scots equivalent of English 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑐𝑘 has been used to represent duck noises since the 17th century”

                                    —Susan Rennie on translating Beatrix Potter’s 𝐽𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑃𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒-𝐷𝑢𝑐𝑘 into Scots

                                    scrennie.com/2026/05/16/tods-p

                                      [?]Walt » 🌐
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                                      Born this day: 05/21/1903 (d. 04/05/1986)
                                      Manly Wade Wellman was an American novelist. Nine Yards of Other Cloth (1959) was nominated for the Hugo Award

                                      Weird Tales vol 36 number 6 (July 1942) - featured story: COVEN by Manly Wade Wellman

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                                      @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

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                                      Art by Brundage

                                      Weird Tales vol 36 number 6 (July 1942) - featured story: COVEN by Manly Wade Wellman. The cover art is signed by Brundage in the bottom right. The illustration depicts a supernatural scene against a dark blue background featuring a large, glowing moon with a halftone dot pattern. A muscular, dark-skinned demonic figure with large bat wings, curved horns, and pointed ears flies through the air. The demon's skin has deep blue and teal undertones, with glowing green eyes, looking down at the woman he carries. In his arms, the demon cradles an unconscious blonde woman. Her eyes are closed, and her head hangs back. She wears a long-sleeved, floor-length gown of a rich reddish-brown fabric that drapes dramatically. The dress features white cuffs at the wrists. Her pale lower legs and black shoes extend from the right side of the gown. Text on the cover includes "SEABURY QUINN Asks . . . 'Is the Devil a Gentleman?' —Enthralling Witchcraft Novelette!" across the top. The main title "Weird Tales" is rendered in a large, stylized, three-dimensional white font with a pinkish drop shadow. To the right is the price "15¢". On the left, white text reads "FRANK GRUBER'S Incredible Auction Sale!". At the bottom right, a text block reads "The Gates of Hell Are Open . . . !", followed by "COVEN" in bold black letters inside a solid white rectangular box, subtitled "—Menacing Drama" and "By MANLY WADE WELLMAN" in white capital letters.

                                      Alt...Weird Tales vol 36 number 6 (July 1942) - featured story: COVEN by Manly Wade Wellman. The cover art is signed by Brundage in the bottom right. The illustration depicts a supernatural scene against a dark blue background featuring a large, glowing moon with a halftone dot pattern. A muscular, dark-skinned demonic figure with large bat wings, curved horns, and pointed ears flies through the air. The demon's skin has deep blue and teal undertones, with glowing green eyes, looking down at the woman he carries. In his arms, the demon cradles an unconscious blonde woman. Her eyes are closed, and her head hangs back. She wears a long-sleeved, floor-length gown of a rich reddish-brown fabric that drapes dramatically. The dress features white cuffs at the wrists. Her pale lower legs and black shoes extend from the right side of the gown. Text on the cover includes "SEABURY QUINN Asks . . . 'Is the Devil a Gentleman?' —Enthralling Witchcraft Novelette!" across the top. The main title "Weird Tales" is rendered in a large, stylized, three-dimensional white font with a pinkish drop shadow. To the right is the price "15¢". On the left, white text reads "FRANK GRUBER'S Incredible Auction Sale!". At the bottom right, a text block reads "The Gates of Hell Are Open . . . !", followed by "COVEN" in bold black letters inside a solid white rectangular box, subtitled "—Menacing Drama" and "By MANLY WADE WELLMAN" in white capital letters.

                                        [?]Dead Poets Daily » 🌐
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                                        ‘Lochanilaun’ by Francis Brett Young

                                        deadpoetsdaily.com/p/francis-b

                                          [?]Andrew Shields » 🌐
                                          @AndrewShields@mas.to

                                          Nineteen novels that I love. 111-words.ghost.io/nineteen-no

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

                                          In a little rainy mist of white and grey
                                          we sat under an old tree,
                                          drank tea toasts to the powdery mountain…

                                          —Edwin Morgan, “The Picnic”
                                          published in COLLECTED POEMS (Carcanet, 1990)

                                          carcanet.co.uk/9781847779656/c

                                          The Picnic by Edwin Morgan In a little rainy mist of white and grey we sat under an old tree, drank tea toasts to the powdery mountain, undrunk got merry, played catch with the empty flask, on the pine needles came down to where it rolled stealthily away – you lay with one arm in the rain, laughing shaking only your wet hair loose against the grass, in that enchanted place of tea, with curtains of a summer rain dropped round us, for a rainy day.

                                          Alt...The Picnic by Edwin Morgan In a little rainy mist of white and grey we sat under an old tree, drank tea toasts to the powdery mountain, undrunk got merry, played catch with the empty flask, on the pine needles came down to where it rolled stealthily away – you lay with one arm in the rain, laughing shaking only your wet hair loose against the grass, in that enchanted place of tea, with curtains of a summer rain dropped round us, for a rainy day.

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

                                            FASTNESSES. Bogs.

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

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                                            @histodons

                                            Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot): FASTNESSES. Bogs. 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): FASTNESSES. Bogs. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                                              [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                              We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler

                                              In memory of the wonderful Wendy Weil, champion of books, animals, and, in both categories, me

                                              Alt...In memory of the wonderful Wendy Weil, champion of books, animals, and, in both categories, me

                                                [?]TKSST • seethis.tv 🌈🪐✨ » 🌐
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                                                💁🏻‍♀️ ICYMI: 🤝📚 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.

                                                  [?]RJT » 🌐
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                                                  my last memory of Itamar Ben-Gvir

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