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Illustration for The Premature Burial by Harry Clarke, 1919. 
Shows a person waking up inside a coffin buried underground in cross-section of earth from surface vegetation down through the roots to the coffin.

Illustration for The Premature Burial by Harry Clarke, 1919. Shows a person waking up inside a coffin buried underground in cross-section of earth from surface vegetation down through the roots to the coffin.

‘There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad Humanity may assume the semblance of a Hell…’ ~ Poe, The Premature Burial.

This #BookWormSat flings itself into the fires of hell in literature. Join us in purgatory for a underworldly and fiery day of hellishness.

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Her toy plane turned into a real one. It's a psychological story.

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The Pilot is a literary fiction. The Pilot is a literary fiction. It’s a story about love, hopes, dreams and even illusions. It’s a prose with poetic inspiration, metaphors and allegorical expressions. It’s a fantasy romance …

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🖼️ Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe, Alberto Martini. Candle lit with halo of light, melting wax, shadow.

🖼️ Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe, Alberto Martini. Candle lit with halo of light, melting wax, shadow.

‘Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head…
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.’ ~ Sonnet XXVII.
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Illustration, engraving on steel, of the Fairy Queen Titania asleep, protected by her fairies. She wears a crown and a long, light dress with flowers round the waist and trailing down the skirt, and she is holding a flower wand.

Illustration, engraving on steel, of the Fairy Queen Titania asleep, protected by her fairies. She wears a crown and a long, light dress with flowers round the waist and trailing down the skirt, and she is holding a flower wand.

'Titania'
Illustration from “The Stratford Gallery,
The Shakespeare sisterhood”
by Henrietta Lee Palmer, 1859.
Designed by J.J. Jenkins, engraved by C. Cook.

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Painting of Ariel in a tree, white blossom, birds.

Painting of Ariel in a tree, white blossom, birds.

'Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.'
~Shakespeare's 'The Tempest'

🎨John Anster Fitzgerald
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Painting of white lilies in a glass, cylindrical case with a bowl of mixed pink and white roses in front, both on a wooden table with beige background.
🖼️ Henri Fantin-Latour

Painting of white lilies in a glass, cylindrical case with a bowl of mixed pink and white roses in front, both on a wooden table with beige background. 🖼️ Henri Fantin-Latour

‘From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim…
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose…
Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play’ ~ Sonnet 98 #BookWormSat #ShakespeareWeek

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“But what is the black spot, captain?”

📖”Treasure Island” ~ Robert Louis Stevenson, 1883

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🎥 “Treasure Island”, 1972
6:05pm TODAY on @Legend__Channel

🎨 N.C. Wyeth’s 1911 illustration, "The Pirates Prepare the Black Spot”

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He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf

King Lear
Shakespeare

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“Seaward, ho! Hang the treasure! It’s the glory of the sea that has turned my head.”

📖”Treasure Island” ~ Robert Louis Stevenson, 1883

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🎥 “Treasure Island”, 1972
6:05pm on @Legend__Channel

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Prospero conjures the sprite Ariel in William Shakespeare's "The Tempest." Painting by William Hamilton.

Prospero conjures the sprite Ariel in William Shakespeare's "The Tempest." Painting by William Hamilton.

"Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves....
By whose aid - weak masters though ye be - I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war...."
- Shakespeare, "The Tempest"

🎨William Hamilton
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Ophelia in a long grey dress is floating, drowning in the shallow river, a string of colourful flowers of blue, red and white clasped in her right hand. The riverbank is abundant and overhanging with long reeds, white flowers, grasses and plants.

Ophelia in a long grey dress is floating, drowning in the shallow river, a string of colourful flowers of blue, red and white clasped in her right hand. The riverbank is abundant and overhanging with long reeds, white flowers, grasses and plants.

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.
Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies,
that’s for thoughts. . . .
There’s fennel for you, and columbines.

Hamlet, act 4, scene 5.
#ShakespeareWeek #BookWormSat 🎨John Everett Millais

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 “Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.” 

(“King Henry VI, Part II” 3.2)

🎨 Edward Austin Abbey (1891)

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“There is no greater teacher than nature herself.”

📖“The Riddle of The Sands” ~ Erskine Childers, 1903

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🎥“The Riddle of The Sands”, 1979
4:35pm TODAY @talkingpicturestv.bsky.social

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Macbeth and the Witches
by Iain Crichton Smith

When the sun was white and wintry and drained of energy
Macbeth met the witches under the rim of the sky.
Why did you confirm my evil, he said.

And the witches who were lighting thorns in the cold winter said,
There is a play that one plays when the summer is over
and you happened to be one of the cards in our hand,

a deformed king with a coat too large for him
and a crown that sizzled in the white wintry sky.
These things are after all not important

except to those who suffer, who are not important.
Feeling belongs to the spring and the ignorance of lovers.
Here in this wood it is a question of passing the time,

and the abstract intellect constructs dramas
with a queen and a pawn and the immortal joker
who faces two ways at the frosty January gates.

Let be, let be, it was quite a nice structure.
And truth after all can be played with under the sun
which is fading slowly towards a renaissance of leaves.

Come, join us, join us, at the unimportant edge of things
wearing your coat of blood with the hole in the breast.
This is the west. The east has innocent wings.

Macbeth and the Witches by Iain Crichton Smith When the sun was white and wintry and drained of energy Macbeth met the witches under the rim of the sky. Why did you confirm my evil, he said. And the witches who were lighting thorns in the cold winter said, There is a play that one plays when the summer is over and you happened to be one of the cards in our hand, a deformed king with a coat too large for him and a crown that sizzled in the white wintry sky. These things are after all not important except to those who suffer, who are not important. Feeling belongs to the spring and the ignorance of lovers. Here in this wood it is a question of passing the time, and the abstract intellect constructs dramas with a queen and a pawn and the immortal joker who faces two ways at the frosty January gates. Let be, let be, it was quite a nice structure. And truth after all can be played with under the sun which is fading slowly towards a renaissance of leaves. Come, join us, join us, at the unimportant edge of things wearing your coat of blood with the hole in the breast. This is the west. The east has innocent wings.

When the sun was white and wintry and drained of energy
Macbeth met the witches under the rim of the sky…

—Iain Crichton Smith, “Macbeth and the Witches”
in DEER ON THE HIGH HILLS, @carcanet.bsky.social 2021
#BookWormSat #poem #poetry #Shakespeare
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“I'm glad we haven't got newspapers now. It's been much nicer without them.”

📖 “On the Beach” ~ Nevil Shute, 1957

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📻 “On the Beach”, Ep 2 of 2, 2008
4pm TODAY on @BBCRadio4Extra

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"The Demagogue," a painting by Mexican muralist José Clemente Orozco. ca 1946 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jos%C3%A9_Clemente_Orozco

"The Demagogue," a painting by Mexican muralist José Clemente Orozco. ca 1946 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jos%C3%A9_Clemente_Orozco

'Tyrants' fears decrease not,
but grow faster than the years'
- Pericles, act 1, sc.2

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Adam McNaughton : Hamlet
Adam McNaughton : Hamlet YouTube video by KillieKentRadio

Adam McNaughtan sings “Oor Hamlet” 👆
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Oor Hamlet
Adam McNaughtan

There was this king sitted in his garden all alane
When his brother in his ear poured a little bit o’ henbane,
Stole his brother’s crown and his money and his widow;
But the dead king walked and got his son and said, “Hey listen, kiddo,
I’ve been killed and it’s your duty to take revenge on Claudius.
You kill him quick an’ clean an’ tell the nation what a fraud he is.”
The kid said, “Right, I’ll do it, but I’ll have to play it crafty,
So that no-one will suspect me, I’ll kid on that I’m a dafty.”

So with all except Horatio—and he counts him as a friend—
Hamlet, that’s the kid, he kids on, he’s round the bend,
And because he isn’t ready for obligatory killin’
He tries to make the king think that he’s tuppence of the shillin’.
Takes a rise out of Polonius, treats poor Ophelia vile,
Tells Rosencrantz an’ Guildenstern Denmark’s a bleedin’ gaol.
Then a group of travelling actors, like 7:84,
Arrived to do a special one-night gig in Elsinore.

Hamlet! Hamlet! Actin’ barmy!
Hamlet! Hamlet! Loves his mammy!
Hamlet! Hamlet! Hesitating,
Wonders if the ghost’s a cheat
And that is why he’s waiting.

So Hamlet wrote a scene for the players to enact
So Horatio and him could watch to see if Claudius cracked.
Now the play was called “The Mousetrap”—not the one that’s running now—
And sure enough, the king walks out before the final bow.
So Hamlet’s got the proof that Claudius gave his dad the dose,
The only problem being now that Claudius knows he knows.
So while Hamlet tells his mother her new husband’s not a fit one,
Uncle Claude puts out a contract with the English king as hit-man.

Oor Hamlet Adam McNaughtan There was this king sitted in his garden all alane When his brother in his ear poured a little bit o’ henbane, Stole his brother’s crown and his money and his widow; But the dead king walked and got his son and said, “Hey listen, kiddo, I’ve been killed and it’s your duty to take revenge on Claudius. You kill him quick an’ clean an’ tell the nation what a fraud he is.” The kid said, “Right, I’ll do it, but I’ll have to play it crafty, So that no-one will suspect me, I’ll kid on that I’m a dafty.” So with all except Horatio—and he counts him as a friend— Hamlet, that’s the kid, he kids on, he’s round the bend, And because he isn’t ready for obligatory killin’ He tries to make the king think that he’s tuppence of the shillin’. Takes a rise out of Polonius, treats poor Ophelia vile, Tells Rosencrantz an’ Guildenstern Denmark’s a bleedin’ gaol. Then a group of travelling actors, like 7:84, Arrived to do a special one-night gig in Elsinore. Hamlet! Hamlet! Actin’ barmy! Hamlet! Hamlet! Loves his mammy! Hamlet! Hamlet! Hesitating, Wonders if the ghost’s a cheat And that is why he’s waiting. So Hamlet wrote a scene for the players to enact So Horatio and him could watch to see if Claudius cracked. Now the play was called “The Mousetrap”—not the one that’s running now— And sure enough, the king walks out before the final bow. So Hamlet’s got the proof that Claudius gave his dad the dose, The only problem being now that Claudius knows he knows. So while Hamlet tells his mother her new husband’s not a fit one, Uncle Claude puts out a contract with the English king as hit-man.

So when Hamlet killed Polonius, the concealed corpus delicti
Was the king’s excuse to send him for an English hempen necktie,
With Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to make quite sure he got there,
But Hamlet jumped the boat and put the finger straight on that pair.
When Laertes heard his dad had been stabbed through the arras.
He came runnin’ back to Elsinore tout suite hot-foot from Paris,
And Ophelia with her dad killed by the man she was to marry—
After saying it with flowers she committed hari-kari.

Hamlet! Hamlet! No messin’!
Hamlet! Hamlet! Learned his lesson!
Hamlet! Hamlet! Yorick’s crust
Convinced him that men, good or bad,
At last must come to dust.

Then Laertes lost his place and was demanding retribution,
The king says, “Keep your head and I’ll provide you a solution.”
So he arranged a swordfight for the interested parties,
With a blunted sword for Hamlet and a sharp sword for Laertes.
To make double sure—the old belt’n’braces line—
He fixed a poisoned sword-tip and a poisoned cup of wine.
Well the poisoned sword got Hamlet but Laertes went an’ muffed it
’Cause he got stabbed himself and he confessed before he snuffed it.

Then Hamlet’s mammy drank the wine and as her face turned blue,
Hamlet said, “I believe the king’s a baddie through and through.”
“Incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,” he said, to be precise
And made up for hesitating once by killing Claudius twice.
’Cause he stabbed him with the knife and forced the wine between his lips,
He said, “The rest is silence!”—that was, Hamlet had his chips.
They fired a volley over him that shook the topmost rafters,
Then Fortinbras, knee-deep in Danes, lived happy ever after.

Hamlet! Hamlet! All that gory!
Hamlet! Hamlet! End of story!
Hamlet! Hamlet! I’m on my way!
If you thought that was boring
You should read the bloody play.

So when Hamlet killed Polonius, the concealed corpus delicti Was the king’s excuse to send him for an English hempen necktie, With Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to make quite sure he got there, But Hamlet jumped the boat and put the finger straight on that pair. When Laertes heard his dad had been stabbed through the arras. He came runnin’ back to Elsinore tout suite hot-foot from Paris, And Ophelia with her dad killed by the man she was to marry— After saying it with flowers she committed hari-kari. Hamlet! Hamlet! No messin’! Hamlet! Hamlet! Learned his lesson! Hamlet! Hamlet! Yorick’s crust Convinced him that men, good or bad, At last must come to dust. Then Laertes lost his place and was demanding retribution, The king says, “Keep your head and I’ll provide you a solution.” So he arranged a swordfight for the interested parties, With a blunted sword for Hamlet and a sharp sword for Laertes. To make double sure—the old belt’n’braces line— He fixed a poisoned sword-tip and a poisoned cup of wine. Well the poisoned sword got Hamlet but Laertes went an’ muffed it ’Cause he got stabbed himself and he confessed before he snuffed it. Then Hamlet’s mammy drank the wine and as her face turned blue, Hamlet said, “I believe the king’s a baddie through and through.” “Incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,” he said, to be precise And made up for hesitating once by killing Claudius twice. ’Cause he stabbed him with the knife and forced the wine between his lips, He said, “The rest is silence!”—that was, Hamlet had his chips. They fired a volley over him that shook the topmost rafters, Then Fortinbras, knee-deep in Danes, lived happy ever after. Hamlet! Hamlet! All that gory! Hamlet! Hamlet! End of story! Hamlet! Hamlet! I’m on my way! If you thought that was boring You should read the bloody play.

There was this king sitted in his garden all alane
When his brother in his ear poured a little bit o’ henbane,
Stole his brother’s crown & his money & his widow;
But the dead king walked & got his son and said, “Hey listen, kiddo…”

—Adam McNaughtan, “Oor Hamlet”: a tragedy in 3 minutes
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📚 #BookWormSat “If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.”
— A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 5, Scene 1 🎭

With a final bow Puck reminds us it was all but a dream- where magic & mischief danced.
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Now I shall abjure magic & become a hermit:put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.The end of life is rightly thought of as a period of meditation.Will I be sorry that I did not begin it sooner?“
✍️Murdoch, The Sea,The Sea

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„Is extreme goodness always weak? Can a person be good only in the absence of power? The Tempest asks us these questions.“
✍️Margaret Atwood, Hag-Seed

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Since we're in a 16th century frame of mind thanks to #BookWormSat, my weird picture of the day is one of Fabrizio Riccardi's illustrations for Rabelais' 'Pantagruel'. Riccardi is a contemporary Italian #surrealist.
#weird #weirdart #surrealism #ItalianArt #artsky #Rabelais

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a painting of a woman standing before a mirror putting her earring in

a painting of a woman standing before a mirror putting her earring in

So many beautiful ones, but I think my favorite line from Shakespeare will always be:

This above all: to thine own self be true;

And it must follow, as the night the day,

Thou canst not then be false to any man.

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🖼️George Hendrik Breitner

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„People often think that the first line of the play is: 'What country, friend, is this?‘
Whereas it's: 'If music be the food of love, play on.'
I know, they forget about poor old Orsino.“
(About W. Shakespeare‘s Twelfth Night)
✍️Judi Dench, The Man Who Pays the Rent

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Jacques and the wounded Stag by William Hodges

Jacques and the wounded Stag by William Hodges

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“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”
— As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 7

From entrances to exits, we each play our part in life’s great story. Shakespeare reminds us that every role—no matter how small—shapes the play.

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„I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.“
✍️William Shakespeare, Richard II

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"O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!
A brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her, 
Dash'd all to pieces! "

(“Tempest”, 1.2)

🎨 John William Waterhouse “Miranda - The Tempest” (1916)

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A painting of two women at a window, one is leaning out the sill and the other is covering her face with her head scarf as if she is laughing behind it.

A painting of two women at a window, one is leaning out the sill and the other is covering her face with her head scarf as if she is laughing behind it.

No matter the weather. She was always there, always ready, always on time, like only the truly mediocre are.

From Mona Awad's novel All's Well
referencing Shakespeare's play All's Well That Ends Well #BookWormSat

🖼️Bartolomé Esteban Murillo

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