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"There is a Heaven on earth and the chosen people of His kind fire in Llareggub's land."
Dylan Thomas - Under Milk Wood
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Barbary Ape at Emain Macha; photo credit 1. Neu-Kelte
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: `There was great state and rank and plenty in the king's house at Emain. On this wise was that house viz., the Red Branch of Conchobor, after the likeness of the House of the Midcourt [The feasting hall at Tara]. Nine beds were in it from the fire to the wall.
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"... I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core."
W B Yeats - The Lake Isle of Innisfree
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“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.”
📖 “Brideshead Revisited” ~ Evelyn Waugh, 1945
#BookchatWeekly #BookologyThursday #BookSky
🎥 “Brideshead Revisited”, 2008
8pm TODAY on @BBCFOUR
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Reconstructed royal house, Irish National Heritage Park in Wexford, photo credit 1. Neu-Kelte
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: ` Dá Derga. 'Tis by him that the Hostel was built, and since it was built its doors have never been shut save on the side to which the wind comes—the valve is closed against it—and since he began housekeeping his caldron was never […]
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7:30pm TODAY on @BBCRadio4Extra
From 2017, Ep 9 (of 10) 📻 “The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 3/4” - “Dealing With Pandora”
Sue Townsend's 1982 novel📖 abridged by Sara Davies & read by Harry McEntire.
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🎨Oisín and Niamh travelling to Tír na nÓg, illustration by Stephen Reid in T. W. Rolleston's The High Deeds of Finn (1910)
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Memorable places in folklore: Tír na nÓg—the Irish Land of Youth, where no one ages and sorrow cannot follow beyond the western sea. 🌿✨
A realm of beauty, music & feasting.
“There is a country where all things are fair.”
— W. B. Yeats, The Wanderings of Oisin
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Reconstructed royal house, Irish National Heritage Park in Wexford, photo credit 1. Neu-Kelte
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: ` Dá Derga. 'Tis by him that the Hostel was built, and since it was built its doors have never been shut save on the side to which the wind comes—the valve is closed against it—and since he began housekeeping his caldron was never taken from the fire,
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🎨 'Silbury Hill, 'by Paul Nash circa 1922.
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Memorable places in folklore: beneath the hills of Ireland, Scotland, and England lie the fairy mounds—sí and sìthean—hollow places of earth and stone where the Aos Sí dwell, hidden from mortal sight. 🌄🧚♀️
🎨 'Silbury Hill, 'by Paul Nash circa 1922.
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Deep in Slavic woods lurks Baba Yaga's hut—a living trap on massive chicken legs. It wanders, creaks, turns its door to intruders: welcome or devour. Cozy hearth and deadly snare.
#BookChatWeekly 📖🐈
#SlavicFolklore 🧙♀️ #BabaYaga
#Hut 🛖🐔
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"... strangest of all, the very instant the shore was touched, an immense dog sprang up on deck from below ... running forward, it jumped from the bow on the sand, making straight for the steep cliff ..."
Bram Stoker - Dracula arrives at Whitby
🎨Walter Linsley Meegan
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His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Evil things did not come into that valley.
~J. R. R. Tolkien
Watercolor by Tolkien
The Hobbit (1937) #BookologyThursday
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A valet, of stealthy step, thence conducted me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages in my progress to the studio of his master.
The Fall of The House of Usher
Edgar Allan Poe
Charles Marie Bouton #BookologyThursday
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#BookologyThursday #Celtic: `Ever open was the Hostel. Why it was called a Bruden was because it resembles the lips of a man blowing(?) a fire(?). Or bruden is from bruth-en, i.e. en ‘water’, bruthe ‘of flesh’ broth therein.
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#BookologyThursday #Celtic: `Ever open was the Hostel. Why it was called a Bruden was because it resembles the lips of a man blowing(?) a fire(?). Or bruden is from bruth-en, i.e. en ‘water’, bruthe ‘of flesh’ broth therein.
Great was the fire which was […]
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Merlin supervising giants building Stonehenge.
According to Geoffrey of Monmouth, King Ambrosius wished to memorialize the British warriors slain by the treacherous Saxons on Salisbury Plain, so had Merlin transport a giant stone circle from Ireland. This monument, the Giant’s Dance, later became known as Stonehenge. #BookologyThursday
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The face of animal superimposed of an image of a small rowboat on the ocean. Two men sit in the boat. The sun sets above them.
“But there are times when the little cloud spreads, until it obscures the sky. And those times I look around at my fellow men and I am reminded of some likeness of the beast-people, and I feel as though the animal is surging up in them."
- The Island of Dr Moreau by H.G. Wells
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One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.
~Henry Miller
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“But the past was no guarantee of the future.”
📖 “L'Île mystérieuse” / “The Mysterious Island” ~ Jules Verne, 1875
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🎥 “Mysterious Island”, 1961
4:45pm TODAY on @Film4
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“Man is never perfect, nor contended.”
📖 “L'Île mystérieuse” / “The Mysterious Island” ~ Jules Verne, 1875
#BookchatWeekly #BookologyThursday #BookSky
🎥 “Mysterious Island”, 1961
4:45pm TODAY on @Film4
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Reconstructed royal house, Irish National Heritage Park in Wexford, photocredit 1. Neu-Kelte
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: When Conaire asked for the way to Dá Derga’s hostel Mac Cecht said: „The road whereon thou art going continues till it enters his house, for through the house passes the road. There are seven doorways into the house, and seven […]
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Reconstructed royal house, Irish National Heritage Park in Wexford, photocredit 1. Neu-Kelte
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: When Conaire asked for the way to Dá Derga’s hostel Mac Cecht said: „The road whereon thou art going continues till it enters his house, for through the house passes the road.
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A grey stone building with a four-columned porch, roof dormer, and several chimneys, partially covered by ivy and other foliage.
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“Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within...”
The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson
Photo is of Jennings Hall on the campus of Bennington College, rumored to have inspired the image of Hill House.
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Barbary Ape at Emain Macha; photo credit 1. Neu-Kelte
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: `There was great state and rank and plenty in the king's house at Emain. On this wise was that house viz., the Red Branch of Conchobor, after the likeness of the House of the Midcourt [The feasting hall at Tara]. Nine beds were in […]
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Stunning artwork! Love the swirly way the clouds are painted.
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Do you grok memorable places? #bookologythursday
Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein, 1971. #booksky
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Loch Thom by W. S. Graham 1 Just for the sake of recovering I walked backward from fifty-six Quick years of age wanting to see, And managed not to trip or stumble To find Loch Thom and turned round To see the stretch of my childhood Before me. Here is the loch. The same Long-beaked cry curls across The heather-edges of the water held Between the hills a boyhood’s walk Up from Greenock. It is the morning. And I am here with my mammy’s Bramble jam scones in my pocket. The Firth is miles and I have come Back to find Loch Thom maybe In this light does not recognise me. This is a lonely freshwater loch. No farms on the edge. Only Heath grouse-moor stretching Down to Greenock and One Hope Street or stretching away across Into the blue moors of Ayrshire. 2 And almost I am back again Wading in the heather down to the edge To sit. The minnows go by in shoals Like iron-filings in the shallows. My mother is dead. My father is dead And all the trout I used to know Leaping from their sad rings are dead. 3 I drop my crumbs into the shallow Weed for the minnows and pinheads. You see that I will have to rise And turn round and get back where My running age will slow for a moment To let me on. It is a colder Stretch of water than I remember. The curlew’s cry travelling still Kills me fairly. In front of me The grouse flurry and settle. GOBACK GOBACK GOBACK FAREWELL LOCH THOM.
Just for the sake of recovering
I walked backward from fifty-six
Quick years of age wanting to see,
And managed not to trip or stumble
To find Loch Thom and turned round
To see the stretch of my childhood
Before me…
—WS Graham, “Loch Thom”
from NEW COLLECTED POEMS (Faber, 2004)
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A reminder how books and art can leave such an impression on us - in this case, with their memorable places. #BookologyThursday
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