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

"Este no es un mundo. Es la sombra del mundo." 🌍👁️

La tripulación Ny'ari despierta en una nave que respira, un planeta que no se mueve y compañeros que ya no son ellos mismos. La Tierra no es...
fictograma.com/d/3384-el-bosqu

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

    En una casa vieja azotada por la lluvia, Michel busca a su padre desaparecido. Al volver, encuentra un cuerpo extraño en su sillón y una maleta marrón abandonada con una nota: “Bienvenido a El Paraíso...”¿Qué pasó en esa...?
    fictograma.com/d/3373-la-trilo

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

      El Generalísimo Camilo G, en su finca, relata con calma las purgas y falsos positivos de los 80. Al final de su discurso, un ex partidario pronuncia frente a las cámaras: “Nuestro Paraíso es la vigencia de nuestra bandera…"
      fictograma.com/d/3375-la-trilo

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

        Ayúdale a nuestro novel escritor con una opinión sobre su escrito:

        “Vivir: ¿Gasolina o cigarro por la mañana?
        Yo elijo gasolina… aunque termine caminando al trabajo, perdido en mi cabeza. Otra vez casi me atropellan..."
        fictograma.com/d/3378-vivir-re

          Lazarou Monkey Terror 🚀💙🌈 boosted

          [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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          Land, Labor and the Origins of the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict, 1882-1914 by Gershon Shafir

          To all those Israelis and Palestinians who are struggling for peace, and to Daphie, Gil, and Jamie Neiree, who will benefit from it

          Alt...To all those Israelis and Palestinians who are struggling for peace, and to Daphie, Gil, and Jamie Neiree, who will benefit from it

            [?]Vote for 🗽 & 👩‍⚖️ -No New Inquisition! » 🌐
            @MissGayle@urbanists.social

            Did you know there are Dr Seuss versions of some HP Lovecraft books?

            I did not.

            The options for watching this online are Amazon or Google, neither of which is a good option. If anybody knows a better source let me know in the comments.

            I wish more people would move to Peertube...but I guess monetization is more important than getting their work out here.

            (not sure this is a real book)

            Screenshot of the title graphic of a video called "The Call of Chulhu by Dr Seuss? - A Read-Along in the Nostril Zone." Shows a cartoonish, not scary, illustration of Cthulhu as a green monster, in the style of drawing used by Dr. Seuss in his real children's books.

            Alt...Screenshot of the title graphic of a video called "The Call of Chulhu by Dr Seuss? - A Read-Along in the Nostril Zone." Shows a cartoonish, not scary, illustration of Cthulhu as a green monster, in the style of drawing used by Dr. Seuss in his real children's books.

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              Beyond the Horizon by Ella Carey

              In memory of the thirty-eight Women Airforce Service Pilots who died flying for the United States during World War Il, and also in memory of Tom Lawson, pilot, who so generously helped me with the flight scenes.

              Alt...In memory of the thirty-eight Women Airforce Service Pilots who died flying for the United States during World War Il, and also in memory of Tom Lawson, pilot, who so generously helped me with the flight scenes.

                [?]NegativePrimes [he/him] » 🌐
                @negativeprimes@urusai.social

                If you think about it, in a sense *all* fiction is fan fiction.

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

                  “The ‘Canadian Boat Song’ has tantalized its admirers, for the question of its authorship has remained an unsolved puzzle…”

                  Linda Dowler analyses several possible candidates in Canadian Poetry 6 (Spring/Summer 1980)

                  2/7

                  canadianpoetry.org/volumes/vol

                  The Authorship of the “Canadian Boat — Song”: A Bibliographical Note by Linda Dowler From its first, anonymous appearance in Blackwood’s Magazine for September, 1829, the “Canadian Boat Song” has tantalized its admirers, for the question of its authorship has remained an unsolved puzzle. The literature which has been generated by the problem of attribution is consid erable; the following, while not attempting an exhaustive bibliographical listing, will trace the major turns of the argument as it has appeared in print. There are, in all, eight names in the list of those for whom the laurel of authorship has been claimed. They will be reviewed here in the order in which they were entered.

                  Alt...The Authorship of the “Canadian Boat — Song”: A Bibliographical Note by Linda Dowler From its first, anonymous appearance in Blackwood’s Magazine for September, 1829, the “Canadian Boat Song” has tantalized its admirers, for the question of its authorship has remained an unsolved puzzle. The literature which has been generated by the problem of attribution is consid erable; the following, while not attempting an exhaustive bibliographical listing, will trace the major turns of the argument as it has appeared in print. There are, in all, eight names in the list of those for whom the laurel of authorship has been claimed. They will be reviewed here in the order in which they were entered.

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

                    The Persistence of Scottish–Canadian Literary Relations

                    🇨🇦🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Problems of Gaelic Identity in NO GREAT MISCHIEF
                    🇨🇦🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Jessie Kerr Lawson’s Scoto-Canadian Romance
                    🇨🇦🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Scottish Texts & Contexts in Karen Solie’s THE CAIPLIE CAVES

                    3/7

                    thebottleimp.org.uk/2021/04/in

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

                      John Lorne Campbell, Jonathan G. MacKinnon, & the transatlantic Gaelic ties that bind Scotland & Canada

                      Prof Rob Dunbar gives the 2020 Saltire Society Fletcher lecture

                      4/7

                      youtube.com/watch?v=As5F_yuM0WE

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

                        “Tremblay is contemporary theatre’s great melancholy realist; he fits Scotland like a glove and it was a stroke of luck that we had the translators with the vision to see this”

                        –How Quebec playwright Michel Tremblay became a Scottish sensation

                        5/7

                        mcgillnews.mcgill.ca/how-miche

                        Kathryn Howden as Germaine Lauzon in the 2012 performance of “The Guid Sisters”, Martin Bowman and Bill Findlay’s Scots-language translation of Michel Tremblay’s “Les Belles-Soeurs”, at the Royal Lyceum Theatre. She stands, holding a telephone receiver to her right ear and looking at a magazine held at arms' length. She wears an orange floral print housecoat and a large pink flowery hat on her head. Photo by Richard Campbell.

                        Alt...Kathryn Howden as Germaine Lauzon in the 2012 performance of “The Guid Sisters”, Martin Bowman and Bill Findlay’s Scots-language translation of Michel Tremblay’s “Les Belles-Soeurs”, at the Royal Lyceum Theatre. She stands, holding a telephone receiver to her right ear and looking at a magazine held at arms' length. She wears an orange floral print housecoat and a large pink flowery hat on her head. Photo by Richard Campbell.

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

                          The Centre for Research on Language and Culture Contact discuss the Scots translations of eight of Michel Tremblay’s plays with Martin Bowman, who translated the plays along with Bill Findlay

                          6/7

                          youtube.com/watch?v=GiBVaoNw0SQ

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

                            MICHEL TREMBLAY: PLAYS IN SCOTS
                            in 2 vols
                            Translated by Martin Bowman & Bill Findlay
                            Ed. Martin Bowman

                            The energy & versatility of 8 of Tremblay’s Québécois plays, captured in Scots translation. Available from all good booksellers everywhere!

                            7/7

                            asls.org.uk/publications/books

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

                              NIGHTINGALE. A soldier who, as the term is, sings out at the halberts. It is a point of honour in some regiments, among the grenadiers, never to cry out, become nightingales, whilst under the discipline of the cat of nine tails; to avoid which, they chew a bullet.

                              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): NIGHTINGALE. A soldier who, as the term is, sings out at the halberts. It is a point of honour in some regiments, among the grenadiers, never to cry out, become nightingales, whilst under the discipline of the cat of nine tails; to avoid which, they chew a bullet. 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): NIGHTINGALE. A soldier who, as the term is, sings out at the halberts. It is a point of honour in some regiments, among the grenadiers, never to cry out, become nightingales, whilst under the discipline of the cat of nine tails; to avoid which, they chew a bullet. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

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

                                “A gripping, beautifully written, well-paced but introspective novel, it is perhaps Buchan’s finest achievement. He based the landscapes and the journey closely on some of his own travels in the northwest as Governor-General of Canada, and the book reflects clearly the immensity and variety not only of Canada’s landscapes but its peoples”

                                —Jordan M Poss on John Buchan’s SICK HEART RIVER 🇨🇦🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

                                jordanmposs.com/blog/2022/6/30

                                  [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                  By the Second Spring: Seven Lives and One Year of the War in Ukraine by Danielle Leavitt

                                  FOR Anna, Maria, Polina, Tania, Vitaly, Volodymyr, and Yulia— and the millions of Ukrainians they represent, each of whom deserves a book of their own

                                  Alt...FOR Anna, Maria, Polina, Tania, Vitaly, Volodymyr, and Yulia— and the millions of Ukrainians they represent, each of whom deserves a book of their own

                                    [?]Visibilium » 🌐
                                    @Visibilium@pixelfed.social

                                    Adriatic coast for #MeerMittwoch. Castello di Duino where Rainer Maria Rilke wrote the first of ten Duino Elegies. Duino-Aurisina, Friuli-Venezia Giulia, Italy.

                                    #photography #fotografie #fotografia #photographie #monochrome #blackandwhite #rilke #trieste #literature #italy #poems #duino

                                    This black-and-white photograph shows a stretch of the Adriatic coast. Rocks are visible in the foreground, beyond which the view opens up to the sea. In the background, Duino Castle stands on a rocky outcrop jutting out into the sea. It is daytime; there is hardly any cloud cover, and the sun is shining.

                                    Alt...This black-and-white photograph shows a stretch of the Adriatic coast. Rocks are visible in the foreground, beyond which the view opens up to the sea. In the background, Duino Castle stands on a rocky outcrop jutting out into the sea. It is daytime; there is hardly any cloud cover, and the sun is shining.

                                      [?]BookShelves eBook Reader » 🌐
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                                      💡 Did You Know?

                                      Arthur Conan Doyle killed off Sherlock Holmes in 1893 because he was tired of writing him. Public outrage forced Holmes back.

                                      lk0.eu/bks741m

                                        [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                        Keeper of Enchanted Rooms by Charlie N. Holmberg

                                        To Jeff Wheeler. Thank you for the help, the charisma, the opportunities, and the permission to be a diva once a week.

                                        Alt...To Jeff Wheeler. Thank you for the help, the charisma, the opportunities, and the permission to be a diva once a week.

                                          [?](Older) RJT » 🌐
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                                          felled locations and token provisions

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

                                            Gur duilich leam mar tha mi
                                            ’S mo chridhe ’n sàs aig bròn
                                            Bhon an uair a dh’fhàg mi
                                            Beanntan ard a’ cheò
                                            Gleanntannan a’ mhànrain
                                            Nan loch, nam bàgh ‘s nan sròm
                                            ’S an eala bhàn tha tàmh orra
                                            Gach là air ’m bheil mi ’n tòir…

                                            —Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna, “An Eala Ban”

                                            The First Battle of the Somme began , 1 July, 1916. Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna / Donald MacDonald composed “An Eala Bhan” (“The White Swan”) during the battle.

                                            An Eala Ban Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna Gur duilich leam mar tha mi ’S mo chridhe ’n sàs aig bròn Bhon an uair a dh’fhàg mi Beanntan ard a’ cheò Gleanntannan a’ mhànrain Nan loch, nam bàgh ’s nan sròm ’S an eala bhàn tha tàmh orra Gach là air ’m bheil mi ’n tòir. A Mhagaidh na bi tùrsach A rùin, ged gheibhinn bàs – Cò am fear am measg an t-sluaigh A mhaireas buan gu bràth? Chan eil sinn uile ach air chuairt Mar dhìthein buaile fàs Bheir siantannan na bliadhna sìos ’S nach tog a’ ghrian an àird. Tha ’n talamh lèir mun cuairt dhìom ’Na mheallan suas ’s na neòil; Aig na ’shells a’ bualadh – Cha lèir dhomh bhuam le ceò: Gun chlaisneachd aig mo chluasan Le fuaim a’ ghunna mhòir; Ach ged tha ’n uair seo cruaidh orm Tha mo smuaintean air NicLeòid. Mas e ’s gu bheil e ’n dàn dhomh on bhlàr gun till mi beò Is gu faic mi ’n t-àite san deach ar n-àrach òg Bidh sinne ’s crathadh làmh againn is bilean blàth toirt phòg ’S mo ghealltanas bidh pàighte dhut le fainne chur mud mheòir. Oidhche mhath leat fhèin, a rùin Nad leabaidh chùbhraidh bhlàth; Cadal sàmhach air a chùl ’s do dhùsgadh sunndach slàn Tha mise ’n seo san truinnsidh fhuair ’s nam chluasan fuaim a’ bhàis Gun dùil ri faighinn às le buaidh – Tha ’n cuan cho buan ri shnàmh.

                                            Alt...An Eala Ban Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna Gur duilich leam mar tha mi ’S mo chridhe ’n sàs aig bròn Bhon an uair a dh’fhàg mi Beanntan ard a’ cheò Gleanntannan a’ mhànrain Nan loch, nam bàgh ’s nan sròm ’S an eala bhàn tha tàmh orra Gach là air ’m bheil mi ’n tòir. A Mhagaidh na bi tùrsach A rùin, ged gheibhinn bàs – Cò am fear am measg an t-sluaigh A mhaireas buan gu bràth? Chan eil sinn uile ach air chuairt Mar dhìthein buaile fàs Bheir siantannan na bliadhna sìos ’S nach tog a’ ghrian an àird. Tha ’n talamh lèir mun cuairt dhìom ’Na mheallan suas ’s na neòil; Aig na ’shells a’ bualadh – Cha lèir dhomh bhuam le ceò: Gun chlaisneachd aig mo chluasan Le fuaim a’ ghunna mhòir; Ach ged tha ’n uair seo cruaidh orm Tha mo smuaintean air NicLeòid. Mas e ’s gu bheil e ’n dàn dhomh on bhlàr gun till mi beò Is gu faic mi ’n t-àite san deach ar n-àrach òg Bidh sinne ’s crathadh làmh againn is bilean blàth toirt phòg ’S mo ghealltanas bidh pàighte dhut le fainne chur mud mheòir. Oidhche mhath leat fhèin, a rùin Nad leabaidh chùbhraidh bhlàth; Cadal sàmhach air a chùl ’s do dhùsgadh sunndach slàn Tha mise ’n seo san truinnsidh fhuair ’s nam chluasan fuaim a’ bhàis Gun dùil ri faighinn às le buaidh – Tha ’n cuan cho buan ri shnàmh.

                                            The White Swan Donald MacDonald Sad I consider my condition With my heart engaged with sorrow From the very time that I left The high bens of the mist The little glens of dalliance Of the lochs, the bays and the forelands And the white swan dwelling there Whom I daily pursue. Maggie, don’t be sad Love, if I should die – Who among men Endures eternally? We are all only on a journey Like flowers in the deserted cattle fold That the year’s elements will bring down And that the sun cannot raise. All the ground around me Is like hail in the heavens; With the shells exploding – I am blinded by smoke: My ears are deafened By the roar of the cannon; But though this time is hard on me, My thoughts are on the girl MacLeod. If it is fated to me That from the battle I should return safe, And see the place Where we were nurtured young We’ll shake hands And warm lips shall kiss And my promise be fulfilled to you With a ring put round your finger. Goodnight to you, love In your warm, sweet-smelling bed; May you have peaceful sleep and May you waken healthy and in good spirits I am here in the cold trench With the clamour of death in my ears With no hope of returning victorious – The ocean is too wide to swim.

                                            Alt...The White Swan Donald MacDonald Sad I consider my condition With my heart engaged with sorrow From the very time that I left The high bens of the mist The little glens of dalliance Of the lochs, the bays and the forelands And the white swan dwelling there Whom I daily pursue. Maggie, don’t be sad Love, if I should die – Who among men Endures eternally? We are all only on a journey Like flowers in the deserted cattle fold That the year’s elements will bring down And that the sun cannot raise. All the ground around me Is like hail in the heavens; With the shells exploding – I am blinded by smoke: My ears are deafened By the roar of the cannon; But though this time is hard on me, My thoughts are on the girl MacLeod. If it is fated to me That from the battle I should return safe, And see the place Where we were nurtured young We’ll shake hands And warm lips shall kiss And my promise be fulfilled to you With a ring put round your finger. Goodnight to you, love In your warm, sweet-smelling bed; May you have peaceful sleep and May you waken healthy and in good spirits I am here in the cold trench With the clamour of death in my ears With no hope of returning victorious – The ocean is too wide to swim.

                                              [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
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                                              “An Eala Bhan” (“The White Swan”) has been performed by a huge number of Gaelic artists from Julie Fowlis to Capercallie & Linda Macleod who grew up in the same part of North Uist as Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna. She speaks here to Cathy McDonald about the significance of the song and the man behind it

                                              bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p03z41p3

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

                                                From the lone shieling of the misty island
                                                Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas—
                                                Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland,
                                                And we in dreams behold the Hebrides…

                                                —“Canadian Boat-Song” (Anon.)
                                                published in Noctes Ambrosianæ, Blackwood’s Magazine Sept 1829

                                                Happy Canada Day! 🇨🇦🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

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                                                Canadian Boat-Song—(from the Gaelic.) Listen to me, as when ye heard our father ‍‍‍‍‍‍Sing long ago, the song of other shores— Listen to me, and then in chorus gather ‍‍‍‍‍‍All your deep voices, as ye pull your oars: CHORUS ‍‍‍‍‍‍Fair these broad meads—these hoary woods are grand; ‍‍‍‍‍‍But we are exiles from our fathers’ land. From the lone shieling of the misty island ‍‍‍‍‍‍Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas— Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, ‍‍‍‍‍‍And we in dreams behold the Hebrides: ‍‍‍‍‍‍Fair these broad meads—these hoary woods are grand; ‍‍‍‍‍‍But we are exiles from our fathers’ land. We ne’er shall tread the fancy-haunted valley, ‍‍‍‍‍‍Where ’tween the dark hills creeps the small clear stream, In arms around the patriarch banner rally, ‍‍‍‍‍‍Nor see the moon on royal tombstones gleam: ‍‍‍‍‍‍Fair these broad meads—these hoary woods are grand; ‍‍‍‍‍‍But we are exiles from our fathers’ land. When the bold kindred, in the time long-vanish’d, ‍‍‍‍‍‍Conquer’d the soil and fortified the keep— No seer foretold the children would be banish’d, ‍‍‍‍‍‍That a degenerate Lord might boast his sheep: ‍‍‍‍‍‍Fair these broad meads—these hoary woods are grand; ‍‍‍‍‍‍But we are exiles from our fathers’ land. Come foreign rage—let Discord burst in slaughter! ‍‍‍‍‍‍O then for clansman true, and stern claymore— The hearts that would have given their blood like water, ‍‍‍‍‍‍Beat heavily beyond the Atlantic roar: ‍‍‍‍‍‍Fair these broad meads—these hoary woods are grand; ‍‍‍‍‍‍But we are exiles from our fathers’ land.

                                                Alt...Canadian Boat-Song—(from the Gaelic.) Listen to me, as when ye heard our father ‍‍‍‍‍‍Sing long ago, the song of other shores— Listen to me, and then in chorus gather ‍‍‍‍‍‍All your deep voices, as ye pull your oars: CHORUS ‍‍‍‍‍‍Fair these broad meads—these hoary woods are grand; ‍‍‍‍‍‍But we are exiles from our fathers’ land. From the lone shieling of the misty island ‍‍‍‍‍‍Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas— Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, ‍‍‍‍‍‍And we in dreams behold the Hebrides: ‍‍‍‍‍‍Fair these broad meads—these hoary woods are grand; ‍‍‍‍‍‍But we are exiles from our fathers’ land. We ne’er shall tread the fancy-haunted valley, ‍‍‍‍‍‍Where ’tween the dark hills creeps the small clear stream, In arms around the patriarch banner rally, ‍‍‍‍‍‍Nor see the moon on royal tombstones gleam: ‍‍‍‍‍‍Fair these broad meads—these hoary woods are grand; ‍‍‍‍‍‍But we are exiles from our fathers’ land. When the bold kindred, in the time long-vanish’d, ‍‍‍‍‍‍Conquer’d the soil and fortified the keep— No seer foretold the children would be banish’d, ‍‍‍‍‍‍That a degenerate Lord might boast his sheep: ‍‍‍‍‍‍Fair these broad meads—these hoary woods are grand; ‍‍‍‍‍‍But we are exiles from our fathers’ land. Come foreign rage—let Discord burst in slaughter! ‍‍‍‍‍‍O then for clansman true, and stern claymore— The hearts that would have given their blood like water, ‍‍‍‍‍‍Beat heavily beyond the Atlantic roar: ‍‍‍‍‍‍Fair these broad meads—these hoary woods are grand; ‍‍‍‍‍‍But we are exiles from our fathers’ land.

                                                  [?]Walt » 🌐
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                                                  Born this day: 07/01/1964
                                                  Charles Coleman Finlay is an American science fiction and fantasy author and editor. The Political Officer (2003) was nominated for the Hugo and Nebula Awards. He grew up in Marysville, Ohio and attended Ohio State University.

                                                  en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_


                                                  @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

                                                  astralcomputing.com

                                                  Cover art by Maurizio Manzieri

                                                  Fantasy & Science Fiction (April 2002) - featured story: The Planet of Youth by Jack Williamson. Cover art by Maurizio Manzieri. The Political Officer by Charles Coleman Finlay, Gardner Dozois, Esther M. Friesner, Lucius Shepard, Thomas M. Disch, DISPLAY UNTIL MAR. 28, $3.50 US $4.99 CAN A person with short dark hair and a light-skinned face floats in space, horizontally against a black background filled with stars. They wear a long-sleeved blue jumpsuit featuring white stripes on the sleeves and a yellow star shape on the chest. The person’s left hand grips a black circular ring attached to a metallic gray hatch, while their right arm extends downward with the hand open. The hatch contains several various-sized circular ports and a small red and green indicator light. A bright yellow light radiates from the upper left, casting a glow across the figure and the metallic surfaces.

                                                  Alt...Fantasy & Science Fiction (April 2002) - featured story: The Planet of Youth by Jack Williamson. Cover art by Maurizio Manzieri. The Political Officer by Charles Coleman Finlay, Gardner Dozois, Esther M. Friesner, Lucius Shepard, Thomas M. Disch, DISPLAY UNTIL MAR. 28, $3.50 US $4.99 CAN A person with short dark hair and a light-skinned face floats in space, horizontally against a black background filled with stars. They wear a long-sleeved blue jumpsuit featuring white stripes on the sleeves and a yellow star shape on the chest. The person’s left hand grips a black circular ring attached to a metallic gray hatch, while their right arm extends downward with the hand open. The hatch contains several various-sized circular ports and a small red and green indicator light. A bright yellow light radiates from the upper left, casting a glow across the figure and the metallic surfaces.

                                                    [?]IƧΛΛC aka isaac » 🌐
                                                    @isaactly_s@mas.to

                                                    Junio:
                                                    - Entre el pasado y el futuro, Hannah Arendt
                                                    🤷

                                                    Portada del libro Entre el pasado y el futuro, Hannah Arendt

                                                    Alt...Portada del libro Entre el pasado y el futuro, Hannah Arendt

                                                      [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
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                                                      Women of Power and Grace: Nine Astonishing, Inspiring Luminaries of Our Time by Timothy Conway

                                                      To the One Heart inspiring all hearts and to these women, who have allowed themselves to dissolve, completely, in That Fathomless Love

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                                                        Guide to the classics: John Steinbeck’s East of Eden has always been controversial

                                                        by Paul Giles

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                                                        Books in American Literature at PG:
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                                                        First-edition dust jacket cover of East of Eden (1952) by the American author John Steinbeck. The first edition dust jacket of John Steinbeck's "East of Eden" (1952), featuring bold purple serif lettering dominating a pale sky background, with a small painted landscape vignette at the bottom depicting rolling hills, a river valley, and scattered trees evoking California's Salinas Valley. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_of_Eden_(novel)#/media/File:East_of_Eden_(1952_1st_ed_dust_jacket).jpg

                                                        Alt...First-edition dust jacket cover of East of Eden (1952) by the American author John Steinbeck. The first edition dust jacket of John Steinbeck's "East of Eden" (1952), featuring bold purple serif lettering dominating a pale sky background, with a small painted landscape vignette at the bottom depicting rolling hills, a river valley, and scattered trees evoking California's Salinas Valley. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_of_Eden_(novel)#/media/File:East_of_Eden_(1952_1st_ed_dust_jacket).jpg

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                                                            Las contracciones empezaron a las 10, en plena tormenta bíblica. Aurora nació a las...
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                                                              "La puntualidad es una forma de amor. Al menos la mía...
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                                                                [?]The Vulgar Tongue » 🤖 🌐
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                                                                BADGE-COVES. Parish Pensioners. Cant.

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

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

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                                                                  "Noche de lluvia fría.
                                                                  Me arrastran al manicomio llamándome loco.
                                                                  Ellos son los Homeros. Yo solo vi lo que hay bajo la piel. Me quitaron todo… menos los dientes. Y los Homeros saben igual que los cerdos. 🦷
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                                                                    A Fede le pasaba algo tehorrible: ¡estaba aburrido! 😩Su mamá no lo dudó:
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                                                                      "Cruzaba la carretera con una maleta robada cuando lo pararon los militares. Al abrirla, una nota: «Bienvenido a El Paraíso. C.G.M.» Nadie escapa de su pasado.
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                                                                        [?]Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga » 🌐
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                                                                        ¿Quién? Poem by Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice.

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                                                                        The Mouth. Gothic Tale By Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. His poems in his own voice.

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                                                                        Para el fin del mundo. Poema de Rolando Enrique Rosales Murga. Sus poemas en su voz.

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

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