Brían Hanrahan
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he's trying to hustle a tv career :) gotta respect that
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"...to Oustralianize the pronunciation of imported English words"
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FC Muxes bench, 4th tier of 🇲🇽 football pyramid
photo of a semi-pro football match: part of the pitch is visible and the home bench with a huge poster saying "Local" (home) and the feet of the subs, coaches etc. some players from both teams and the referee are visible. FC Muxes (pink) vs SK Sport Street Soccer (blue).
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"Would of" (for "would've) and other modal+"of" phrases are surprisingly common in literature – see the link below for loads of examples

But I've seldom if ever seen both at once: "would've of" (from Jim Nesbit's novel Lethal Injection) [1/2]

stancarey.wordpress.com/2012/10/23/w... #writing
"Well, I'll be damned," Eddie said. "I never would've of thought you had it in you."
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Canal/Promenade de la Viga, a mediados del siglo XIX
detail of lithograph showing many crowded rafts on the canal faded b/w version of a color lithographed view of the Viga Promenade in mid C19 Mexico City, by Casemiro Castro, incl. canal stretching off into the distance, individual buildings and figures, as well as the surrounding vegetation and greater vicinity, with mountains on the horizon
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El problema no es si premian a tal o cual agente de la CIA, los europeos tienen derecho a premiar a quien se les pegue la gana y a darse palmaditas en la espalda;el problema es que sigamos creyendo que un club de Cñores que sólo han comido albóndigas con cebolla son LA autoridad en todos los campos.
hanrahanistan.bsky.social
no he only owned that picture, he didn't make it, it's a print by an Irish artist; sorry, the phrasing was unclear

not an artist, he was an engineer by training & temperament :)
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thanks for the poem, it's a beaut; thought-precipitating

"unsuppressed, because unsuppressing joy"

great photo too :)
hanrahanistan.bsky.social
thanks for sharing that, a beautiful image
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from Catling, "The Stumbling Block its Index" (1990)
The Stumbling Block is an ark of extinction. A bouillon hive of the murdered past, frozen dry to a mass. Something has warmed its corner, the xed grit bleeds a vein of contagion, virulent in its passion to embrace anshan The Stumbling Block is unfound to the stained and unclear eye. But its nest, its negative hollow, can be discovered in the mounds of waste and detritus that choke the streets. Its possible wedge, sphere or beam form is there a vacant socket, easily trampled, destroyed or cleared away. It is watching. Its obstinate grace squinting across the demonstrations of power. It is the light in the eye of the needle grown solid with anger, a fat sugar that clogs the passage to any kind of paradise.
The Stumbling Block is a bell that sounds a deeper voice than the throat of men. Their image and cry shrinks the world.
Tho
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yep the years keep accumulating :(
thanks for the info 🙏I hadn't known the name of the artist
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my father's anniversary

I have almost no physical objects of his

this picture – kind of Expressionist Achill – & a coat I don't wear
some kind of framed print of an etching or sth: b/w, high contrast view of a curved strand with small houses and small hill rising steeply behind, reflected in the seawater
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"I love Mistake"

Brian Catling, "Where Does It All Come From?" (2021)
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this graveyard room, up tottering housemaid's stairways, past miles of rotten dado and weathered rainspouts, through hecatombs of dead houseflies
James Buchan "A Hearts Journey in Winter" (aka The Golden Plough)

He would hold a document in two hands, looking at it steadily for minutes and minutes on end, as if it must yield up its meaning to the force his concentration; then le'd lower it - a speech, let us say, by Mrs Ceausescu on Bucharest Radio, monitored at Caversham -smile at me and say something like: "I believe she wants a bomb of her own" Even languages he didn't knoW Arabic, Magyar, a crambled telex message, a murdered photostat from the archive of some bankrupt Midlands engineer - were eventually intelligible to him, because he saw into the very nature of language and through it to the rituals of secret bureaucracies. I never knew what error or indiscretion had brought him to this graveyard room, up tottering housemaid's stairways, past miles of rotten dado and weathered rainspouts, through hecatombs of dead houseflies, and it didn't matter. From him I learned the value of concentration, of plugging away at published sources, day in, day out. He once said that almost everything of interest is published somewhere at some time. You don't need to rob or bug or murder. You read and listen, listen and
read.
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almost immediately the weather changed

this extraordinary grey & rainsoaked summer began

rain even in the mornings, almost unheard of

it was fun at first..