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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 3h

If you come swinging at strangers telling them they’re wrong with the absolute certainty of a public school boy that you’re right when you’re depth of study is reading one book, you better expect strangers to defend facts. You might have noticed, letting nonsense ride has gotten us into a real mess.

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 4h

You were lecturing me on what stoicism is, I get to be ‘defensive’ when people I don’t know tell me I am wrong without having anything like a knowledge base. Weird is the certainty to tell people they are wrong based on one-book opinions.

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 4h

Agree, but gambling has been mainstream since Ur.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 7h

The witch knows water as spirit carrier, knows it as resonator between our bodies and enfolding otherworlds. Whether gifted as puddle in lane or hollow of felled tree, scrying mirrors are everywhere. Her fluid auguries suffer no drought. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 11h

Witchery is relationships. There can be no good relationship without listening. The witch attends the river not just to learn all it has seen as it has carved the land, but to foster a bond with it. For respect starts in hearing others speak their truths. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 14h

The Fox Brides of Hookland folklore are more than a placing the witch as a transforming thing, as shapeshifting seductress. They are a powerful linking of her power to woods and wild places; they are a fear-telling of ferality, her place outside society’s rigid structures. – #EmilyCBanting #WitchSky

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 2d

Trees shed in slow striptease. Hedges offer berry buffet. Shadows stretch towards the coming of cold of twilight. Even the quietest lanes parade their phantoms. This is autumn whispering its last summer memories. This is autumn edging towards the season of the dead. – #CLNolan

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 2d

Poverty has always been a blame game. Temperance societies used to blame drink for poverty instead of chronic sickness, low pay et al because it suited their pisspuffin agenda and suited their funders who were often the people responsible for the chronic sickness and low pay.

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 2d

That is absolutely the right thing to do, but maybe don’t lecture people on what your interpretation of one other person’s reading of stoicism is by saying ‘that’s not stoicism’. Maybe just amend it to: ‘My personal take on stoicism is’ because they at least will be factually honest and accurate.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 4d

If any publisher wants to publish this experiment light novel …

Thomas S Brown @tomsbrown.bsky.social · 4d

In case people need something to look forward to, I have the honour of collaborating with @hookland.bsky.social on a light novel. Initial discussions began in a necropolis and then moved onto a pub. Will begin in earnest early 2026.

Creature formed of woven willow and hagstones. Fearful in appearance. Pencil drawing with some tones.

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 4d

Maybe read the Zeno as the founder of the Stoics.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 5d

The alleged home tree of the Wood Sprite known as Blood Squall. His reputation is high among the fiercest and most troubling of cursers. His favoured appeasements are said to be the medicate wine Tor Tonic, items of pewter, chocolate raisins and teeth – human or animal.

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 5d

It is Friday afternoon and I am explaining to Mrs. S. that one of the priests who married us was an exorcist and just what a spirit whip is. Her bemusement at fact one is much higher than interest in fact two.

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 5d

I am my own wine-tumbled aunt.

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 5d

Actually that is more like Boethius’ Consolations of Philosophy than Zeno.

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 6d

Catholicism fucks you up if taken too early.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 6d

The tangled dead, root-pulled from above and below, feel scratches upon long vanished, phantom flesh. Their fancy houses have become cells where they wait on visitors who never come. Necropolis bounded and more than half-forgotten, many of them ache for hell. – #CLNolan

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 6d

Stoicism is a dangerous friend - especially if it refuses to allow you to be sad about things that genuinely deserve your sadness.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 7d

The witch's calendar of harvest refuses ink-marked dates. She knows the turn year by berry swell, by movements through colour towards ripeness. She waits on the mistletoe drupe, not in hope of Christmas kisses, but future cures. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 10d

Goodnight from Dom Holden, shuddering from the knowledge of which garage doors on the Bartlett Estate hide carbon monoxide phantoms. Goodnight from Bos Wyke, holding vigil in Scritch Woods against both poachers and Woodwose hungry before its winter sleep. Goodnight from Hookland.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 10d

My heart is always happier when my feet – unsteady as they are – take their first few steps into the wood. For the woodland path curves to mystery, curves towards the possibility of feral strangeness. Each visit replenishes my store of wonder, whispers new stories. – #CLNolan,

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 12d

You can inherit him.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 12d

The pews of English churches are wooden bestiary. A carved chronicling of all the country's imagined animals. Here are dragons! Here are antlered dormice, here are winged hares! Prayers distracted by wonderful beasts. – Lucy Hay, architectural historian, 'Wooden Wonders', BBC Two, 1979

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cultauthor.bsky.social @cultauthor.bsky.social · 13d

Mrs. S. making disapproving sounds about to ight’s Goodnight from Hookland. Usually means it’s sufficiently creepy and unpleasant.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 13d

I am not for ruinenlust for its own sake. I am only entranced only by those ruins which even in their obsolescence still hold stories. Stones that in decay still tithe the imagination. A ruin becomes good to me when it has not only ghost, but blood-soaked lore. – #CLNolan

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