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🚨 HAPPENING NOW 🚨 Women's Marchers have been arrested in the Capitol for standing vigil for the people killed by ICE. #AbolishICE llustrations by @channeldraw
Here are some Louis Wain originals that were displayed at the cartoon museums cat exhibition last year!
Goodnight Hookland, I'm away for a quiet break at the coast, but my sleep is broken by the soft chanting of those who pay homage to the King-Under-the-Sea. There are clues on the dwellings of those who worship.
“All writers are making maps of the cicatrix of their lives, disturbing the ghost soil, unearthing artefacts of unreliable memory. Being an English child of the 1970s, there is possibly a little more need than usual for exorcism. For there’s no getting away from the fact it was a bloody weird time.”
Locals used to call the cliffs at Dedwick 'the place of a thousand skulls'. Given that the clifftop cemetery was collapsing onto the beach below, it wasn't an unreasonable name. Even now, storms sometimes pull bones onto shore, feeding it new ghosts. – #MattAdams, 1981
The narrow, high-banked path that carves a channel through the boneyard of St. Urian’s at Wormford is notoriously ghost-soaked. We would expect nothing less for a old wraith way, yet it has a pleasing diversity of phantoms: giant spiders made of smoke; flaming wheels; floating pillars of blue light.
Rereading @alexlangstone.bsky.social’s beautiful ‘Liminal Shore’ which I was honoured to write the foreword for. Not only a fantastic resource on Essex folklore, a poetic, insight-packed examination of the dance between lore and land.
Goodnight from the Brackley Crafting Circle and largely unsuspected coven, meeting in the snug of The Old King pub to make a list of local perverts in need of a cursing. Goodnight from Matthew Wrench, his mermaid tattoo singing him salt-kissed lullabies. Goodnight from Hookland.
Those feral churches – beyond diocesan office, enjoying green communion – call the imagination. Even before visiting, we've a knowing their ivy-blinded windows, their ghost-congregation cooled interiors, refuse this barbarous heat. Offer spirit-shaded sanctuary. – #DAKilroy
I try to refuse sentiment, but few words stir my heart more than Free Public Library. However, I will admit that the phrase Free Local Museum comes exceedingly close. How can one not adore an eccentric collection of obscure objects acting as ghost-magnets? – #CJosiffe
We drive darkening, ghosted roads. In these last minutes of solar alchemy, every turn is towards folklore. We become one with the land's long memory. One with a hodology where every traveller is another time's temporal shade. We become high strangeness. – #DAKilroy, 1982
Goodnight from Beryl Brewer, wishing the cleaning supplies for the County Museum weren’t stored in the basement next to a room labelled Bone Depository. Goodnight from the cloud pond on Weland Hill, where a Harrowhound pack has come to slake their thirst. Goodnight from Hookland.
AQI is not great. It's going to get worse. Good time to make a Corsi-Rosenthal Box. Here's how: $32 Air Filter Hack as Wildfires Blaze Across The West.
$32 Air Filter Hack as Wildfires Blaze Across The West
YouTube video by Parkrose Permaculture
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The effective federal corporate income tax rate: 1950: 50% 1990: 25% 2020: 13% Stop asking "but how we will pay for it?" Restore the corporate tax rate. That is how we will pay for it.
There! That's many thousands of quid's worth of stock (books, signed and numbered, prints signed and packaged, new items made, things back from the printer on time, original artwork packaged) ready! If you are attending the World Discworld con at the weekend, come find us!
CARTOON OF THE DAY (if you know who made this let us know)
A little journey through some colours I love and ways I use them - Burnt Sienna #Colour #Painting #BurntSienna
We walk the early lanes out of the village, as open to wonder as any child on its school holidays. We check beneath our feet for any bird-footed footprints made by half-transformed witches, scour hedges for snagged Woodwose or Harrowhound fur. Lore as a lens for marvels. – #DAKilroy, 1982
Wood edge and hedge offer me constant treasure. My garnering bag sings for me to walk them, my kerping knife begs to be unclasped in their presence. While witchcraft is often witch graft, when I am beside them, witchcraft is also an act of joy. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
BREAKING: The newly elected Prime Minister of Hungary announced that Netanyahu will be arrested if he enters Hungary.
