cultauthor.bsky.social
@cultauthor.bsky.social
If you find something dull on social media, pass on by. If you walk by a display of power tools on the high street and have feck all interest you don’t go into the shop and tell the staff you have no interest in power tools do you? No. That would be madness and everyone would think you a pisspuffin.
November 25, 2025 at 7:00 PM
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People ask why I followed The Hum wanting trite answers about a disaffected youth looking for direction. Walking The Hum pylon-to-pylon gave me spiritual direction, but no-one wants to hear about my devotional relationship to the land's electric leys. – Trippy Pete, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
November 25, 2025 at 12:36 PM
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For some folk Nokes, UFOs are a religion. They’ve got to testify. If it isn’t the Space Gospel at told to them by Commander Ril of the Planet Skareg, it’s that Meldon Hill is a holy place of galactic convergence. I wish all of the preachy bastards would get beamed up. – #DICallaghan
November 24, 2025 at 4:13 PM
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Hookland holds the dialect word of holscad – a shadow cast by something that is patently not there, a shadow of something which was once there, but now no longer exists. #Hookland #WOTD
November 23, 2025 at 6:35 PM
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We have allowed superstition to become a word loaded with negative judgements. Is someone who believes in the ghosts of felled trees, the persistence of Wood Sprites and their revenges against the axe superstitious? Yes, but this should not be assumed as a bad thing. – Dr. M. Benn #FolkloreSunday
November 23, 2025 at 3:29 PM
It is a constant pleasure that @urbanprehistorian.bsky.social allows me to put words in his mouth.
Those solitary stones that keep silent watch, that persist across the rise and fall of our own petty kingdoms, are storytellers. When we learn the language of the Long Neolithic they speak across time. It is beholden on us to listen. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday
November 23, 2025 at 1:30 PM
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Winter conducts its slow seduction. It has disrobed the trees, its cold kisses make them shiver. Revelation of their wooden bones offers us a new, intimate language. They speak of swelling dark and coming ice. They speak their lover's secret names. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981 #Winter
November 22, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Sourdough - the Devil’s own bread.
November 22, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Mrs. S. is struggling to believe there is an area of Belfast called Sailertown. She is going to call me lazy when she discovers there’s a district in Hookland’s Ashcourt called Mariners’ End.
November 22, 2025 at 2:03 PM
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To trespass the forest would see the King’s law demand a mutilation of the body. To trespass certain parts of the moor and anger its guardians would mean much worse. To lose some fingers is a terrible thing, to lose your mind or your soul was considered much worse by many. – Dr. M. Benn
November 22, 2025 at 10:06 AM
Did you know that Mr. Benn’s canonical first name is William?
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November 22, 2025 at 12:18 PM
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November 21, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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A new entry from the #HooklandEncyclopaedia#HooklandEncyclopedia for Hooklanders abroad). Double lives, autogyros, aerial archaeology, the Soot Sprite Trust and ghosts. All in all, typical of the county.
November 21, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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Why are the ghosts so often silent when being recorded on paranormal vigils? Because the feckers are too interested in hearing the living speak. We are their soap opera in the long and lonely dark of an afterlife.
November 21, 2025 at 6:08 PM
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Much more interesting to have a drama where we become the ghosts listening to folk that are able to be honest with each other only because they are sharing a dark they feel is filled with the dead.
November 21, 2025 at 6:03 PM
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Goodnight from Bill Cadman, putting in some extra hours at the Spell-breaking Bureau what with Christmas coming and the kids wanting new bikes. Goodnight from James Yearwood, shivering on the crown of Meldon Hill while waiting for evacuation by UFO. Goodnight from Hookland.
November 20, 2025 at 10:01 PM
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The real DI Callaghan - or rather one of them, you already knew that DI Callaghan is based on two DIs that I used to work with - had a hatred of fraudulent mediums. He called them ‘ghost ponces’ and conducted his own private war against their exploitation of the grieving and vulnerable.
November 20, 2025 at 7:37 PM
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#DICallaghan has the #ghost conversation with DS Nokes.
November 20, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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#CLNolan gives a warning about the beasts that live in the ether.
November 20, 2025 at 1:12 PM
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There are lonely churches to be found where old saints live in strange stone boxes. When we say saints, that word has to encompass those spirits of place which were there long before the cross came along. Relics of both Christian and folk faith may be the same bone. – Dr. M. Benn
November 20, 2025 at 9:57 AM
I am told there is a German word for I waiting room floor selfies, but unfortunately I have no idea what it is.
November 19, 2025 at 1:33 PM
I am too ill and therefore too poor to continue doing Hookland. I can’t go on. I will honour my outstanding commitments to it across the next few months and try to find someone to take it over, but I can’t go on.
November 18, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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There is no ghosting hour. Every segment of the clock holds phantoms and every segment may leak them. Sunlight is no charm against them, nor does twilight guarantee their loosing. The shades of a place may walk beside us at any time. – #CJosiffe #Ghosts
November 17, 2025 at 3:33 PM
Writing Hookland. #Writing #Hookland.
November 17, 2025 at 9:19 AM