flying exultantly under the stars*

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Ree is easily visible and identifiable: he runs up onto the porch, not the biggest wolf present but somehow clearly the dominant, even so, even to non-wolves. And he leaps up onto his hind legs, stretches up high enough to reach the porch roof, jab away at it and then jack-knife back down. All the slaves and servants are gathering, clothes and drinks and plates of food at hand, as wolves gradually shift and merge into wolf-kin humans, drag on clothes and laugh together and eat and drink, even after they’re no doubt savaged and swallowed down a rabbit or deer or two.

Not Ree, though.

-Wolf Slave, Alex Ankarr

*Call Of The Wild, Jack London

Image from page 86 of “The call of the wild” (1904) – https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/ licence https://www.flickr.com/commons/usage/ (no known copyright restrictions).

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What I’ve been reading – Bethany by Anita Mason

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BethanyBethany by Anita Mason

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Sly, subtle portrayal of the implementation of cult structures and procedures in a social grouping. Complete with an abusive, narcissistic bully posing as caring commune leader, and submissive devotees serving dual function as enforcers – and all without ever being so crude as to explicitly state the purpose of the narrative. Compliance is rewarded, and consent vigorously manufactured to Newspeak assertions that up is down and the earth is – metaphorically – flat. Resistance and dissent are vehemently discouraged. But will one prospective mug/mark manage to evade the net?

Clever. And unsettling. Not a jolly read, but a memorable one.

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What I’m reading – Shifting Shadows by Patricia Briggs

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Finished ‘Fairy Gifts’ in this collection of short stories – the story of Thomas (vampire) & Margaret (fae) from the Mercy Thompson universe (Moon Called et al). The story is a vast improvement on ‘Silver’, Thomas in particular nicely characterized and believable. The twist in the tale is not very unexpected, but this still makes a satisfying story. The historical element is also realistic and interesting, and without the annoying ‘mythic’ quality of Silver. (I didn’t like Silver!)

 

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Queen Kitty will grant you an audience now…

Exhibition: Richard Bawden, Paintings, Linocuts & Etchings Location: Hayletts Gallery, Maldon, Essex Date: Until 11th November 2017 Details: Richard Bawden is a painter, printmaker and designer working predominantly in lino, etching and watercolour. His work has a graphic, linear quality and a strong sense of craftsmanship, which translates naturally into many forms. These have included […]

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Gorgeous regal cat, isn’t she?  How lovely.  Wish I could make it to this exhibition!

hello darkness*

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http://rcdow.org.uk/vocations/blog/a-novena-for-peace-and-renewal/

This is one of the first page results I got from a random-word Google search today.  It’s the one that sprung out immediately and caught the eye on the page, although not the first result as such.  Interesting, huh?  Got to admit, I’m always picking up signs and interpreting messages.  I blame Pam Grout.

This, though?

Sometimes, the universe just needs a kick.

 

Image – Alex Antropov https://www.flickr.com/photos/51686021@N07/ licence https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/

*ya know where it comes from.  you oughtta.

 

 

Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water*

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I was obliged to take a walk into town today, due to transport issues – GOSH-DARN INTERNAL COMBUSTION ENGINES, WHY WERE THEY EVER INVENTED?  But there were compensations along the way, abundant compensations.  Primary amongst these were the vetches in the hedgerows and the woods – multi-headed purple vetches, and purple vetches are almost my favourite vetches.  (Apart from birdsfoot trefoil, and that’s an unfair competition, because birdsfoot trefoil is also colloquially called eggs-and-bacon in the UK, AND HOW CAN ANY DECENT WILDFLOWER BE EXPECTED TO COMPETE WITH THAT?)

Vetches are the prettiest things.  The internal combustion engine is the annoyingest thing, but vetches are the derndest prettiest things.

Also the blackberries are not quite yet finished off – or pissed on by Satan and rendered inedible, as the folklore has it.  (It’s the maggits in wild brambles that bother me more than Satan’s theoretical outdoor hedgerow slashes while out on the piss.  Copious amounts of salted water, to deal with the wildlife, can render them uneatable anyway.)

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There were even some unripe blackberries still hanging high, fruit and flower everywhere, nature in profusion and gloriously fertile.

It rained a little, and I’d forgotten my brolly.  But I didn’t feel I had too much to complain about, all told.  I came back with biscuits, after all – and biscuits are the comfortingest things.

*Brian Jacques.