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SCRATCH MOSS by David Barnett with a miner's lamp and a magpie linocut

It is publication day for SCRATCH MOSS. Please be buying it from your vendor of choice, or ask your local library to get it in. Available in paperback, ebook and audiobook.

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The view west from the top of Brent Knoll, on a beautiful summer day.

Somerset buttercups, with Wales just over the water in the background (early June, 2019).

A stunning depiction of the trinity on the monument to Edmund Tame d1534 and his two wives at St Mary's, Fairford.
Sir Edmund actually has two brasses and this is part of the smaller one set into the wall of the chapel.
#MonumentsMonday

Give yourself the grace
that this quote contains...

“We are not meant to resolve all contradictions, but to live with them and rise above them.”
~ William Blake

'I believe that introversion is my greatest strength. I have such a strong inner life that I’m never bored and only occasionally lonely. No matter what mayhem is happening around me, I know I can always turn inward.'

Susan Cain

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The emerald waters in Looe Harbour, Cornwall. A lazy ebb and flow that calms the mind. May your day be peaceful, my friends. 😊

#Cornwall #nature #river #trees #calm #peace #life #mindfulness #photography

macaque monkeys grooming each other in a hot spring in japan. one is peering into the other's mouth. (masashi mochida)

"hold still, myron."

"—aghlalghlagl!"

"yup. there's your problem right there... your brain is too small. it's like a grape—no, a peanut."

"—glgh!"

you're an idiot."

"—aluhgl."

"do you hear rattling sounds?"

A small film of spring flowers from my garden because we recover from stress 60% more quickly when we look at plants & if we find them beautiful our brains release dopamine, lifting mood. Pause for a few moments to help your synaptic soup 🌿🧠:

Uni lad headline hospice nurse who’s seen 100s of people die says everyone always says the same thing on their deathbed. Photo is a blond haired blue eyed woman’s face

“you won’t get away with this”

Really good read, especially for those of us working to untie the knots that bind us to everyday work.

profile shot of a man, he is neatly dressed and has his arms crossed

MORGAN, EVAN FREDERIC, 2nd VISCOUNT TREDEGAR (1893-1949) Aristocrat, socialite, and occultist. Heir to the Tredegar fortune, Morgan was a prominent, if eccentric, figure in London and Cardiff high society. Noted for his conversion to Roman Catholicism and service as a Papal Chamberlain, juxtaposed with a deep and public involvement in esoteric circles. Documented associations include Aleister Crowley and the artist and mystic Augustus John. Hosted lavish gatherings at Tredegar House that blended artistic, aristocratic, and occult elements, rumoured to have included ritualistic components. His extensive private library, dispersed after his death, was known to contain significant hermetic and alchemical texts, alongside unpublished manuscripts of a more obscure and potentially hazardous nature.

#CoC

Monochrome photograph featuring a standing white woman facing forwards wearing dark top and trousers, hands in pockets, surrounded by paintings in an artist's studio

“It is simply this: do not tire, never lose interest, never grow indifferent—lose your invaluable curiosity... It’s as simple as that.”

-Tove Jansson

Our Director, Rachel Morley, visits one of our newest vesting: Coanwood Meeting House, Northumberland

man sat at a table with a cat across his shoulders and another behind

man sleeping on a couch surrounded by books and sleeping cats

Edward Gorey

'In the middle of his kitchen he had a big marble ball fountain. Much of the art in the house consisted of found objects. He had an entire wall of antique cheese graters, which was very impressive, and an enormous ball of rope in the fireplace'
Johnny Ryan

Jaws is 50.
They may not have got along but I love that Dreyfuss appreciated Shaw’s talent.

Of course I’m going to repost this as it’s Willem’s birthday

‘Candyman Candyman Candyman Candyman Candyman’

Police officer: ‘What was in the truck?’
Trucker: ‘Monkeys’
‘Ok. Could have been worse.’
‘Carrying Hepatitis C’
‘Not great but-‘
‘And Herpes’
‘Ok, well…’
‘And Covid’
‘Fucksake’

4 winter-flowering species (hellebore, Viburnum tinus, winter-flowering cherry, heather) and pink snowberry on a watercolour paper background with my pen and ink illustrations of them alongside and my pen to the side of the image.

As winter descends on the UK it might help to know that there's still floral colour to be found throughout the winter. There are a small group of plants that lift my spirits between now & February-here are a few of them (& my illustrations alongside):

I took this photo two or three months after I took the first photo in this thread. You can't see Dartmoor in it but it's just over the brow of that hill, behind the car, and I felt like the sky was a direct reflection of the moor's timeless, unknowable psychedelic magic. I don't know what make or model the car is, and I don't give a fuck, just as I tend not to when it comes to any car made after the 1980s, which was the last time cars had personalities.

Almost certainly the best photo I will ever take from the southern edge of a moor at sunset as a vehicle progresses downhill towards me and the cold winter sky gathers its Byzantine thoughts.

“Never, never must we fail to seek meaning in the unending content of each day. It exists, it is what we are given; we must treasure its givenness, even though it contains only little things, petty things.”

Olga Freidenberg, from an unsent letter to Boris Pasternak c. 1927

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The 🇺🇸 American two-part vampire miniseries "SALEM'S LOT" based on the 1975 horror novel by Stephen King, directed by Tobe Hooper, starring David Soul, James Mason, Lance Kerwin, Bonnie Bedelia, Lew Ayres, Reggie Nalder & Geoffrey Lewis premiered #OnThisDay in 1979 on the CBS Network

📺 Warner Bros.

The Daymark: a 19th Century shipping tower near Kingswear, Devon

6. "My Pagan stoner-psych concept LP 'Brutalist Dystopia Doomchurch' was a massive commercial and critical flop but at least everyone agreed the cover photo was fucking brilliant."

Sod it. Let’s make it three signed first edition hardbacks.

Fuck you, Unbound.

Forty-five years ago today, the most incredible undersea adventure of our time opened at the Leicester Square Theatre… #RaiseTheTitanic #1980s #film #films #JerryJameson #JasonRobards #RichardJordan

Author wrote best book he's ever written.
Publisher disintegrated/fucked off with author's earnings.
Book was finally published by new publisher.
Author has bought two hardbacks, for full price, to give away, signed.

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Hamish Henderson from Elegies for the Dead in Cyrenaica FIRST ELEGY End of a Campaign There are many dead in the brutish desert, who lie uneasy among the scrub in this landscape of half-wit stunted ill-will. For the dead land is insatiate and necrophilous. The sand is blowing about still. Many who for various reasons, or because of mere unanswerable compulsion, came here and fought among the clutching gravestones, shivered and sweated, cried out, suffered thirst, were stoically silent, cursed the spittering machine-guns, were homesick for Europe and fast embedded in quicksand of Africa agonised and died. And sleep now. Sleep here the sleep of the dust. There were our own, there were the others. Their deaths were like their lives, human and animal. There were no gods and precious few heroes. What they regretted when they died had nothing to do with race and leader, realm indivisible, laboured Augustan speeches or vague imperial heritage. (They saw through that guff before the axe fell.) Their longing turned to the lost world glimpsed in the memory of letters: an evening at the pictures in the friendly dark, two knowing conspirators smiling and whispering secrets; or else a family gathering in the homely kitchen with Mum so proud of her boys in uniform: their thoughts trembled between moments of estrangement, and ecstatic moments of reconciliation: and their desire crucified itself against the unutterable shadow of someone whose photo was in their wallets. Then death made his incision. There were our own, there were the others. Therefore, minding the great word of Glencoe’s son, that we should not disfigure ourselves with villainy of hatred; and seeing that all have gone down like curs into anonymous silence, I will bear witness for I knew the others. Seeing that littoral and interior are alike indifferent and the birds are drawn again to our welcoming north why should I not sing them, the dead, the innocent?

Hamish Henderson (1919–2002) – poet, soldier, intellectual, activist, songwriter – was born #OTD, 11 Nov. A hugely important figure in Scottish culture, Henderson fought in WW2. A 🎂🧵

There were no gods and precious few heroes…
—“Elegies for the Dead in Cyrenaica”
#poem #poetry #RemembranceDay
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