#bookwormsat — Public Fediverse posts

"The western waves of ebbing day
Roll o'er the glen their level way;
Each purple peak, each flinty spire,
Was bathed in floods of living fire."

- From 'The Lady Of the Lake' by Sir Walter Scott
#BookWormSat #poetry

"Like other men who spend their lives in obscure literary research, he had a secret ambition to appear in print which was checked by cold fits of diffidence, fear of criticism and habits of indolence and procrastination."
- Sir Walter Scott, 'The Antiquary'
#BookWormSat #writing

"The cat was on the stairs to-night. I think it sits there always. There is no kitchen cat."

'The Stalls of Barchester Cathedral', M. R. James #BookwormSat #Caturday

🎨 Arend Hendriks - The Trap (c. 1930s)

Queen Anne, Queen Anne, has washed her lace
(She chose a summer day)
And hung it in a grassy place
To whiten, if it may.
...
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, is dead and gone
(She died a summer's day),
But left her lace to whiten on
Each weed-entangled way!

By Mary Leslie Newton #BookwormSat

flowering gorse bush
leaning over
towards the sea
as if its growth
were towards completion
of yellow in blue

Thomas A. Clark (2014)
🎨 Peregrine Mulvogue Feeney (c.1885)
#BookWormSat

The most important fantasy literature for me growing up were the Target #DoctorWho novelisations, most written with brio by former script editor Terrance Dicks, the others by the writers of the original teleplays. It was a thrill as each came out: you never knew which story it would be!
#BookWormSat

“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
🎨Gustave Dore
www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/3536... #BookwormSat #art #fineart #giftidea #literature #bookchatweekly #wallart

Flowers in a Landscape, Summer...

In Forrest Reid’s ‘The Garden God’ (1905), a boy’s love for a new friend binds him to ‘the great god Pan himself; the Hamadryads, who inhabit the forest trees; and Oreads, and Naiads, and Hyades – the deities of water-springs, and streams, and showers of summer rain.’ #BookWormSat

🎨 David Teniers

"In this pause, I suddenly saw something very clearly. Whatever it was I wanted from my mother was simply not there to be had. It was not her fault. And it was therefore not my fault that I was unable to elicit it." - Alison Bechdel, "Are You My Mother?" #BookWormSat #PrideMonth

"Let us honour if we can The vertical man, Though we value none But the horizontal one!" - W H Auden [Pictured, right, with Christopher Isherwood] #BookWormSat #Pride #PrideMonth #poetry

"Only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell." - Truman Capote, 'Other Voices, Other Rooms' #Pride #BookWormSat

Because we two who never did them harm, And never dreamt of harm ourselves, find men So eager to perplex and alarm And scare from us our dove-like thoughts, well then Since 'twixt the world and truth must be our choice, Let us seem vile, not be so, and rejoice. - M A Raffolovich #Pride #BookWormSat

There's a popular story about a staging of 'Antony & Cleopatra' at the Lyceum in the 19th C. During an Act 2 scene of bacchanalian excess in Cleopatra's court, an old lady in the front row was heard to comment: 'Dear! Dear! What a contrast to the home life of our own dear Queen.' #BookWormSat

After some unknown tiff between dandy supreme Beau Brummell and the Prince of Wales, they met again at a society event in 1813 hosted by Lord Alvanley. The Prince Regent pointedly snubbed Brummell, who responded by asking: 'Alvanley, who's your fat friend?' His days at court were over. #BookWormSat

‘I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as plant and rose to animal, I died as animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?’ — Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad Rumi #BookWormSat 🎨 Hossein Behzad, ‘Rumi’ (1957)