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Colin Hamilton
@colinhamilton.bsky.social
Occassional writer (The Discarded, The Thirteenth Month). Collector of imaginary books, library lore, and other miscellany. Sucker for the spurious glamor of certain voids.
Many oddities here, but perhaps the most obvious: who washes their fingernail clippings down the drain?
November 27, 2025 at 3:25 PM
Bracing for first snow.
November 25, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Terrific book, but probably due for a second edition.
November 22, 2025 at 3:46 PM
@revelliterary.bsky.social, if the writing is equal to the production, this will be amazing. What a beautifully produced magazine. Why we still love the printed word. #books #booksky
November 21, 2025 at 7:02 PM
And just down the road in Rethymno. My favorite island.
November 17, 2025 at 4:19 PM
November 16, 2025 at 3:56 PM
November 12, 2025 at 3:36 AM
October 11, 2025 at 5:13 PM
“We would spend the whole day doing nothing but criticizing poetry and talking about painting.” A nice life Shen Fu led.
October 11, 2025 at 5:09 PM
Walk?
October 8, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Hounds in action.
October 1, 2025 at 12:41 PM
“If pure thought led anywhere but in circles he’d have solved the peeling since so it’s therefore time to act, but what is there to do …”
September 21, 2025 at 12:37 PM
I didn’t really get this when I read it in 2017. Or I wanted a repeat of his first book, which I love. Now … intrigued.
September 20, 2025 at 10:29 PM
I was once at a conference at Sundance and Robert Redford accidentally walked into our room. This was probably 10 years ago. He looked both a million years old AND like the most beautiful person I had ever seen. An odd, unexpected combination. The whole room gasped.
September 16, 2025 at 3:03 PM
As a young man, Charles Wright once found himself standing next to Ezra Pound beneath the porticos of Venice. They were both looking at the Basilica di San Marco but hearing different music. Wright thought about saying, “I like your poems.” But silence seemed best, and they parted. #inkstains
September 10, 2025 at 12:26 PM
J.G. Ballard made his break writing by science fiction for magazines like New Worlds. Unlike many peers, however, he insisted the only alien planet is Earth and the final frontier is not outer but inner space. #inkstains
September 10, 2025 at 2:42 AM
Friends went on to Princeton and Yale, but those doors were closed on Hunter S. Thompson, who was removed from a high school classroom in handcuffs and spent 30 days in jail before graduation. What Ivy League friends remember was not just the gonzo daring but his bedroom lined with books. #inkstains
September 10, 2025 at 2:41 AM
Bruno Schulz always considered himself a citizen of the Republic of Dreams. #inkstains
September 10, 2025 at 2:39 AM
Mavis Gallant’s adored father died when she was just 10, but no one told her for three years, until her mother was ready to remarry. She thought he was in England. #inkstains
September 10, 2025 at 2:36 AM
At five, Flannery O’Connor trained a chicken to walk backwards, a feat so astonishing it made the local newsreel. Pretty much the high point, she later acknowledged. #inkstains
September 10, 2025 at 2:35 AM
Sometimes we can be strangers to ourselves. #vsnaipaul
September 4, 2025 at 12:45 AM
A trilogy of sorts. cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thu...
August 29, 2025 at 11:57 AM
Before and after.
August 23, 2025 at 1:37 PM
A prized possession. Fits nicely here.
August 23, 2025 at 12:57 PM
Some surprises. Spoke English, Greek and French. But virtually no Arabic in an Arab majority city. Also, his workday ended at 1:30!
August 22, 2025 at 2:52 AM