The Current Collected Works :)
“Satia Te Sanguine”, in which a tourist visiting Rome meets a vampire and gets a good story about History and absolutely no answers.
”Versions of the Sun”, in which a woman who might be the prophesied savior founds a city.
“When I See the Skylark Rise”, in which a spaceship captain makes a choice that will, apparently, doom her crew to death.
“Learning Tiluhan in the Fourteenth Century”, a story about whether pure academia is enough; about a dying woman and a dying language, and, maybe, an attempt at human connection.
In “Lead But to the Grave,”a deified empress wrestles with her new divinity, and with what comes after divinity fades.
Hephaestus :D
so much of the worst kind of misinformation stems from the desire for secret knowledge (The Hidden Order of Nuns Who Made Sliced Bread Possible, coming soon to a clickbait aggregator near you), and i get it, having secret knoweldge is great, but i wish people would just go on deep dives about, like, the changes in the rules of classic board games over the years
So I'm trying to make folk linen pants from sowing to sewing.
Second post (here's first)
It's been about 60 days since sowing (it's 22nd of June). It's looking so pretty and started blooming about 55th day. I've been watering it one or two wheelbarrows of every 2 weeks, which I thought would be too little but it's growing pretty good. It's still not that high (about over the knee) and I doubt it'll get much higher sadly. That means lower grade of fibers but whatever. It'll be fine.
Every now and again there are parts laying down and I've been seeing some hares running about so they probably hide in it tramping down the plants. But it gets up no problem so all good. Maybe next time I'll put up a little fence around it.
Also idk when should I harvest it bc all the info is about oil flax, not textile flax, and even then it's contradictory sometimes. But either way it's around 100-120th day, so we're still only halfway.
Next up I need to start thinking about scuthing it, and it requires some equipment. But it's easy enough to build on my own probably. It should be something like this flax-brake:
And then this kind of metal comb, which I'll make just by densly putting nails in a blank:
So yeah, that's the plans for the near future. Here's a bonus flax video if you stayed till the end ❤️
Federico Cortese (Italian,b,1971)
Hearts, Clubs, Spades, Diamonds, 2021
Oil on paper
do you think they know how much they contributed to online literacy? to the spirit of curiousity? to the idea of doing research yourself instead of always having it laid out in front of you?
id like for there to be a brutalist cathedral with little brutalist gargoyles :)
ALTA wee knitter and friend. Ca. 1939. Shetland Museum and Archives, Scotland.
With respect, this isn't just a "wee knitter," we know her name! The Shetland Museum and Archives' description of this photo reads:
Chrissie Cheyne (m. Sim), Akrigarth, Bridge of Walls, seated with knitting, petting a cat. She wears a knitting belt.
She also features in several other photographs taken around the same time, all of which are similarly charming! (Her later life is less well-documented; ScotlandsPeople.gov.uk records that a Christina Dalzi Cheyne, born in the parish of Sandsting and Aithsting in 1937, married a John Sim in Lerwick in 1954, at which point the public trail seems to peter out.)
We also know the name of the photographer, John “Jack” Peterson, who seems to have been quite interesting in his own right: a poet, outdoorsman, and socialist, who served in WWI and was deeply affected by the experience. A recording of his poem "Seine Netters," written in the Shetland dialect, is available on the Shetland ForWirds website, and well worth two minutes of your time.
faeries have replaced my baby with a way cooler baby
When you list to hunt
my galley is literally sooo charged with forgetfulness
my blog awake! perform the last
labour that thou and i shall waste
Peary Caribou (Rangifer tarandus pearyi) walking in snow, Ellesmere Island, Nunavut, Canada
JIM BRANDENBURG/ MINDEN PICTURES/National Geographic Creative
i like “tithonus” a lot but of the three late nineteenth century persona poems that form about 65% of my internal monologue it’s actually the one that resonates with me the least - “why should a man desire in any way/to vary from the kindly race of men/or pass beyond the goal of ordinance”? Well, because “a man’s reach should exceed his grasp/or what’s a heaven for,” so that “something ere the end/some work of noble note, may yet be done,/ not unbecoming men that strove with gods.”
i’ve seen that tumblr post that’s like ‘tag this with the song lyrics stuck in your head’ so maybe let’s do that with poetry lines for whoever’s got poetry haunting them right now. tag / reply with any that come to mind!