A sweet romantic with too many ideas. Insides on the outside. And sci fi! Words and languages! They/them
The Muppet Movie Musical Odyssey with breakaway pop hit *Old MacCirce had an Island, A-E-A-E-A*
Chaucer Doth TweetMyne owne hot take on *The Odyssey* ys that thys ys oon of those instances, verilye as rare as the teeth of a henne, when one movye sholde yn facte have been two movyes.
Actually I need a shirt like this which says “You wouldn’t feed copyrighted works to a large language model”
Good BoyYellow is my favourite colour!
Sam JessupStarting a petition for more trains to be yellow. Yellow is cool. It improved my mood endlessly this morning.
“Where TF did you dry this tray? In a rainforest?!” 😍
Heartlight IntuitionPersonally I hear "do you know who I am?" In Susie Izzards voice and follow it up with "this is not a game of who the fuck are you, for I am Lord Vader"
Huzzah!! Wot Chaucer doth declayre, there goeth I too, and oft!
Chaucer Doth TweetThys doth deserve to be reposted and sharid widelye!
Geez literary journals. Get your tech stack in order. We’re somewhat beyond blogs. #digitalhumanities I am looking at you with a Brazenly Hard Paddington Stare.
Chaucer Doth Tweetepic
Describe your Bluesky account with a single image.
crumbumDescribe your Bluesky account with a single image
#divine Sister Muscle Mary devoutly must needs commit this to heart.
phillip crymbleTell me, you people out there, what is poetry, anyway? Mark Strand
Oh my heart.
David AtkinsonFrom @angelagraham.bsky.social remarkable collection ‘Exposure’ – photopoetics with the photos deliberately left out It explores the unspoken trauma of war Just as the omitted photos speak through Angela's poems the soldier says more about trauma in silence than with words #poetry #poemoftheday
Why. Why did I read this as vintage lube trains.
Belgravia Calling1930s vintage tube trains www.timeout.com/london/news/... #vintage #transport #travel #train #tube #TFL #London
Oh my word.
Association for Scottish LiteratureAnd we left our beds in the dark And we drove a cart to the hill And we buried the jar of ale in the bog And our small blades glittered in the dayspring And we tore dark squares, thick pages From the Book of Fire… —George Mackay Brown, “Peat Cutting” from Selected Poems: 1954–1992 #poem #poetry
Once more for the Alanis fans up the back: You, you, oughtta seeee!
Jon Boisthey call it the "odyssey" because you really "should" see it