@sirena73.bsky.social

Third generation Californian and former Angeleno, now living in the middle of nowhere. Renegade storyteller with a fresh-ass mouth. I have more books than you and have read them all. Twice.

October is change. October is spirits. We walk the edge of its fields, knowing they wait for the first frost of the year to crack them and release their ghosts. - Katherine Gidding, Hookland artist, talking about her 1939 painting 'The Lip'

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Having grown up in Wales, I can testify that if you are actually worried about your culture and history being under threat, the thing to do is write poetry and songs, perform plays, tell stories and organise festivals, not just sit around whining.

Autumn comes to the cottages with carpets of apple rot that sour the air with vinegar tang. Comes in a dressing of the year not in green gowns, but wounded rags of brown. It comes as a fear of early darkness. A terror of hungry spirits that rush the path. – #DAKilory, 1982

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something very funny about the Bayeux Tapestry getting 5 stars after 940 years, as if Bishop Odo of Bayeux has been sat at home all this time waiting for the review, absolutely raging - "I gave that Guardian journalist a press comp on OPENING NIGHT for god's sake"

Poster of The Bayeux Tapestry with a bunch of 5 star reviews

The way that most women - without even segmenting along race, class, or disability - are fucking furious at almost all times? It’s fortunate for y’all that we’re socialized to be recognized we have other emotions, and express them in non-violent avenues.

other day i was at david lynchs grave just having a moment of thought and admiration and lookin down at all the flowers, and coffee cups, and two cookies and a coke, and wow it just hits you like a thousand suns that art is immortal. creation is too radiant to contain in a body. we trot across time

Give me lithic lookouts that watch for priestly misdoings and slowly hiss at the miscreants. Give me stone guardians that roar against all evils – not just those convenient to a church. Give me spirited stones with eyes that do not blink when it comes to staring down hate. – #CLNolan

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