Pip Kazan
@pipkazan.bsky.social
ME/CFS-afflicted novelist Philip Kazan. It’s better to burn out than it is to rust, and I wish somebody had told me that when I chose the rust option.
Wild Dartmoor light
November 28, 2025 at 10:45 AM
Wild Dartmoor light
“You’ll be visited by three spirits…”
November 26, 2025 at 6:42 PM
“You’ll be visited by three spirits…”
Yesterday’s Evri delivery. Previously a square box. There was a plant inside.
November 26, 2025 at 10:32 AM
Yesterday’s Evri delivery. Previously a square box. There was a plant inside.
Gorgeous!
Hey, do you know this album?
Hey, do you know this album?
November 24, 2025 at 8:45 PM
Gorgeous!
Hey, do you know this album?
Hey, do you know this album?
Adjacent to this, I highly recommend Ray Nayler’s novel ‘The Mountain In The Sea’.
November 21, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Adjacent to this, I highly recommend Ray Nayler’s novel ‘The Mountain In The Sea’.
And right on cue, the universe offers the most painful Bluesky synchronicity:
November 21, 2025 at 12:38 PM
And right on cue, the universe offers the most painful Bluesky synchronicity:
I raise you
(I so wish it wasn’t almost worth it)
(I so wish it wasn’t almost worth it)
November 20, 2025 at 3:02 PM
I raise you
(I so wish it wasn’t almost worth it)
(I so wish it wasn’t almost worth it)
This is at the heart of it and it’s exactly these cheap tricks that make the current crop of smug, irritating populists so smug and irritating. I’m all for demolishing the super rich as an economic class but a) how? and b) by whom?
November 20, 2025 at 10:23 AM
This is at the heart of it and it’s exactly these cheap tricks that make the current crop of smug, irritating populists so smug and irritating. I’m all for demolishing the super rich as an economic class but a) how? and b) by whom?
At least one of the local ones looked like this:
November 14, 2025 at 1:03 PM
At least one of the local ones looked like this:
I was 10 in 1975 and I could say I have vivid memories of it, but there was nothing vivid about 1975. It was bleak, bled-out, fuzzy with the static of discontent and austerity. Rubbish, rats and bombsites, creepy variety shows on tv, a grey pre-war generation with its boot on the neck of the young.
November 14, 2025 at 10:35 AM
I was 10 in 1975 and I could say I have vivid memories of it, but there was nothing vivid about 1975. It was bleak, bled-out, fuzzy with the static of discontent and austerity. Rubbish, rats and bombsites, creepy variety shows on tv, a grey pre-war generation with its boot on the neck of the young.
I think we should start screaming about the fact that WE ARE IN A COLD WAR WITH THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
November 12, 2025 at 2:47 PM
I think we should start screaming about the fact that WE ARE IN A COLD WAR WITH THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Happy 80th birthday to Neil Young. Thank you for soundtracking swathes of my life, old man.
This was my first Neil Young album, bought on a whim when I was 18 or so. Every single song is like a pin through the butterflies of memory.
This was my first Neil Young album, bought on a whim when I was 18 or so. Every single song is like a pin through the butterflies of memory.
November 12, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Happy 80th birthday to Neil Young. Thank you for soundtracking swathes of my life, old man.
This was my first Neil Young album, bought on a whim when I was 18 or so. Every single song is like a pin through the butterflies of memory.
This was my first Neil Young album, bought on a whim when I was 18 or so. Every single song is like a pin through the butterflies of memory.
Posted this photo yesterday, but this is my grandpa, Tommy, on his army horse, Joey, which he bought at war’s end. Tommy was an artillery officer who loved horses- he got the MC for saving his brigade’s horses in 1918. Difficult to imagine the daily carnage among the animals on the front lines.
November 10, 2025 at 11:29 AM
Posted this photo yesterday, but this is my grandpa, Tommy, on his army horse, Joey, which he bought at war’s end. Tommy was an artillery officer who loved horses- he got the MC for saving his brigade’s horses in 1918. Difficult to imagine the daily carnage among the animals on the front lines.
This is my grandfather, Brigadier G. B. Vaughan-Hughes MC in 1919, aged 22/23, ‘somewhere in France,’ on Joey, his army mount. He bought Joey off the army and let him live a long and happy life in Wales. ‘Tommy,’ as grandpa was called, had entered the war early in 1915 as an 18-year-old 2nd Lt …1/
November 9, 2025 at 12:22 PM
This is my grandfather, Brigadier G. B. Vaughan-Hughes MC in 1919, aged 22/23, ‘somewhere in France,’ on Joey, his army mount. He bought Joey off the army and let him live a long and happy life in Wales. ‘Tommy,’ as grandpa was called, had entered the war early in 1915 as an 18-year-old 2nd Lt …1/
Quote with a 10/10 album
November 6, 2025 at 10:32 PM
Quote with a 10/10 album
If you don’t know it and you like to have your heart gently but firmly ripped out of your chest, this is one of the greatest records ever made: Magnolia Electric Co by Songs: Ohia.
October 27, 2025 at 10:15 AM
If you don’t know it and you like to have your heart gently but firmly ripped out of your chest, this is one of the greatest records ever made: Magnolia Electric Co by Songs: Ohia.