Chris Perera
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Weird films, peculiar children's stories, strange musicals, odd humour #libraries #writer he/him [email protected]
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Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty.
#BookWormSat

🖋 Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale and the Rose
#BookChatWeekly

🎨Alphonse Mucha
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Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head.

Shirley Jackson, The Lottery

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#Gothtober photopoem shared 11th October 2025
Photo shows an espalier fruit tree trained against an old brick wall. The poem reads ~ wood-wrought peacock tail/ milady skeleton’s fan:/ head gardener’s pride
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‘She stands over the fish, thinking about certain irrevocable mistakes she has made today.’

📚Lydia Davis, The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis
(The Fish, complete text, below)
🖼️ Leonora Carrington, The Last Fish (detail)

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She turns over the fish, thinking about certain irrevocable mistakes she has made today. Now the fish has been cooked, and she is alone with it. The fish is for her - there is no one else in the house. But she has had a troubling day. How can she eat this fish, cooling on a slab of marble? And yet the fish, too, motionless as it is, and dismantled from its bones, and fleeced of its silver skin, has never been so completely alone as it is now: violated in a final manner and regarded with a weary eye by this woman who has made the latest mistake of her day and done this to it. A big white red-eyed fish on a round black surface. Greyish-dark greenish background.
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Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly.

W. W. Jacobs, The Monkey's Paw

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We created the Machine, to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It has… blurred every human relation and narrowed down love to a carnal act, it has paralyzed our bodies and our wills, and now it compels us to worship it.
The Machine Stops
E M Forster 1909
#BookWormSat 📚💙
Art by Susan Askew, depicting a robotic hand writing the words of the story
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'He felt the words bubbling up from that hidden place, deep within, propelled by the accumulated pressure of enforced concealment... He realised with a thrill that the telling had finally arrived'

Jeremy Dyson, 'All in the telling' in: Never Trust A Rabbit
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#ShortStories
Giant magnetic scrabble with wooden letter tiles, temporary public-art game on a wall in The Gate, Newcastle, April 2019. Someone has spelled out the words 'WE RIOT', with the V changed to a W using a black marker pen.
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‘Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!’ ~
Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Writings. #BookWormSat #Gothtober
🖼️ Rackham
An illustration by Arthur Rackham for Edgar Allan Poe's short story, "The Tell-Tale Heart". It depicts the climax of the story, showing the narrator's confession to the murder of an old man. 
A frantic man, the narrator, is seen in the centre, looking terrified and clutching his head. He is standing on a floor with loose planks. 
Three police officers are standing around him. One of them holds a piece of a ladder or a chair. 
Beneath the floorboards, a dismembered body is visible. 
The narrator's expression and posture convey his distress as he believes he can hear the beating heart of the dead man, which ultimately leads him to confess his crime.
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“James Bond smiled to himself. They were soaring over the Triborough that supremely beautiful bridge into the serried battlements of Manhattan.” ~ 007 in New York, a James Bond short story (1963), Ian Fleming.
#BookWormSat #JamesBond
Vintage postcard of the Triborough Bridge and the cityscape of NYC.
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"Night and day, wind and storm, tide and earthquake, impeded man no longer. He had harnessed Leviathan. All the old literature, with its praise of Nature, and its fear of Nature, rang false as the prattle of a child."

E M Forster - The Machine Stops
🎨Cosmos Institute
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‘Sometimes I leaned over till my shadow mingled with that of Miss Sophie; then it seemed to me that we two were one.’ ~ Steen Steensen Blicher, The Diary of a Parish Clerk.

This #BookWormSat celebrates the short story for Blicher’s birthday. Do join us.

🖼️ Émile Friant, 1891.
Two lovers; a man and a woman in black, she is standing, he is sitting, she is looking away, he is looking at her, he is holding her hand, they cast shadows onto the wall behind them. Painting.
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'See! Sweet and sound she sleeps in granny's bed, between the paws of the tender wolf.'
-Angela Carter

@signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat 's celebration of the short story! :-)

🎨Lucy Campbell
Artwork of a girl with long black hair embracing a wolf. Trees in the background. Blue, white colours.
chrispwriter.bsky.social
Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty.
#BookWormSat

🖋 Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale and the Rose
#BookChatWeekly

🎨Alphonse Mucha
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‘The badger grunting on his woodland track
With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black
Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes
A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes.’ ~ John Clare
And @racheldeering.bsky.social here for the rest of a #WorldAnimalDay #BookWormSat
🖼️ Newton Smith Fielding, 1821.
Badger in rural landscape with ruins, illlustration.
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‘after its feasting it seeks
its rest in a secret place
within an earthen cave—
there the mighty fighter
for three nights’ space
wends into slumber,
occupied by sleep’ ~ The Panther, From The Exeter Book. #BookWormSat #Caturday
🖼️ Wellcome Collection
Panther illustration
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whatters2.bsky.social
Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea: "One table-spoonful to be taken at bedtime.

Beatrix Potter, The Tale of Peter Rabbit

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I love Arthur Rackham but occasionally I feel he overworks the detail. Pared down silhouettes like this one of Dick Whittington's cat 'making short work' of the rats and mice for the Sultan are reminders of his superb penmanship. From 'The Arthur Rackham Fairy Book' (1933).
#BookWormSat #Rackham
Scanned from my 1939 copy of 'The Arthur Rackham Fairy Book', a cat scatter mice and rats to the joy of four men in Persian costume. A ship can be seen through a door in the background; in the foreground are bottles, goblets and foliage. The artwork is rendered in silhouette.
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#Books #ChildrensLiterature #Newbery 📚💙 Hitty, Her First Hundred Years by
Rachel Field with
Dorothy P. Lathrop
(Illustrator) 1929
Newbery Medal (1930)
 Hitty, Her First Hundred Years by 
Rachel Field  with 
Dorothy P. Lathrop
 (Illustrator)   1929  	
Newbery Medal (1930)
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"I hear the train a-comin', it's rolling 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone" Johnny Cash "Folsom Prison Blues" 1955 #BookWormSat #Trains #PoeticLicense
"I hear the train a-comin', it's rolling 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone" Johnny Cash "Folsom Prison Blues" 1955  "When photographer Jim Marshall asked Cash why the song's main character was serving time in California's Folsom Prison after shooting a man in Reno, Nevada, he responded, "That's called poetic license." - Wikipedia
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'Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?'
-The Cat and The Moon, W.B. Yeats

@signemaene.com welcomes you to this week's #BookWormSat!

🎨Denise Warren
Artwork of a black cat who seems to be dancing or jumping. Green background. Full moon.
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'In the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night
And she cocked a lissome ear,
And she eyed the moon so bright'
-Walter de la Mare

🎨Lucy Grossmith
#BookWormSat
Artwork of a hare running across a field. Night sky. Stars.
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‘I don't like the looks of it,' said the King: 'however, it may kiss my hand, if it likes.'
'I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked.’ ~ Lewis Carroll

For World Animal Day tomorrow, #BookWormSat will roar, growl, bark, oink, miaow, neigh and bleat its way through the animals of literature. Do join us.
🖼️ Tenniel
An illustration from Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, featuring the Cheshire Cat's disembodied head floating above the King and Queen of Hearts, the White Rabbit, and other characters.
chrispwriter.bsky.social
I understand what you are saying, and your comments are valuable..

but I'm going to ignore your advice.

#BookWormSat

Roald Dahl
The Fantastic Mr Fox
#BookChatWeekly

🎨 Quentin Blake (postage stamp)
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Good day, dear Bibliophiles🍂

art by Annya Marttinen
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The semi-colon is an essential tool for any serious writer.

Use of the semi-colon has apparently halved in the last 20 years. Yet it is key to great prose style and we should lament its decline.

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The semi-colon is an essential tool for any serious writer
Use of the semi-colon has apparently halved in the last 20 years. Yet it is key to great prose style and we should lament its decline
www.telegraph.co.uk