The world is full of museums that don’t exist fully in three dimensions – museums described in words or drawn on paper; museum catalogues; museums on the web. There are also many museums that are the creation of artists, novelists and poets, and so have a strong thread of imagination running through them. The latter cast an...
Gritty and heartbreaking, this 1970s collection from the master of gekiga, Yoshihiro Tatsumi, was published in English in 2006....
November is coming, and you know what that means… National Novel Generation Month!...
So, the crow thinks he can sing 'ey? Well you ain't felt silk until you've heard Cissie's voice. Bring it bird, gimme that swing......
Oh, but I know you'll cause me grief. Close friends of mine are in disbelief. They can see what's underneath, fluttering lashes, red lips and pearly white teeth...
There is no better day than Saturday to shake a bagpipe....
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We’re taking over the world one kiss at a time. And then I’m taking your girl and I’m making her mine....
One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach - all the damn vampires....
cross-posted from: lemmy.ml/post/5983777...
In case anyone is wandering the low road this Monday afternoon…...
Hi there Ren, it's been a little while, did you miss me?...
No matter how tired you get, no matter how you feel like you can’t possibly do this, somehow you do....
The Mabinogion (Welsh pronunciation: [mabɪˈnɔɡjɔn] ⓘ) are the earliest Welsh prose stories, and belong to the Matter of Britain. The stories were compiled in Middle Welsh in the 12th–13th centuries from earlier oral traditions. There are two main source manuscripts, created c. 1350–1410, as well as a few earlier...
This goes out to the silent who fight the urge to get violent...
Thank you very much Kalawa for jazzing me up. This ladies and gentlemen is Mr Bouga Two Shoes, in the place to be, and it go a little something like this:...
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to...
With insight, humor, and practicality, Natalie Goldberg inspires writers and would-be writers to take the leap into writing skillfully and creatively. She offers suggestions, encouragement, and solid advice on many aspects of the writer’s craft: on writing from “first thoughts” (keep your hand moving, don’t cross out,...
Through the mist, out of the corner of your eye, it could be hope, but it's just passin' by. If the apple's really poison, Baby I could make a pie...
It's just gone noon half past monsoon, on the banks of the river Nile. Here comes the boat only half-afloat, oarsman grins a toothless smile....
Only you shake me...
Let’s play pong, humans.
The Druid egg is a mysterious little-known tool only described by historical outsiders. This installment of the Druid Tool series explores the Druid egg....
This song is for Fire. I was good friends with Fire. So I'd come over and see Fire and we'd have dinner. I'd bring the meat and Fire would cook. But it was a long ways to Fire's house, so I invited Fire to come to my house for a barbecue....
This is the song for my next tale. Once there were no stories in the world. So I decided to go to Nyan-Kopon the sky god in order to buy the sky god’s stories. The sky god said, “What makes you think you can buy them?”...
