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British pianist Evlyn Howard-Jones never had an LP devoted to his 78s yet produced some superb recordings (just enough for a single CD). Details and his superb 1930 Bach recordings, plus a couple more in a tribute: www.patreon.com/posts/159777...

@geshtin.bsky.social, just look what I found by your Jahal Malek Khatun. Incredibly timeless. Incredibly universal. So a heartbreak is a heartbreak is a heartbreak is a heartbreak. #BookWormSat #PersianLit

May moon road over the sea

'Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.' ✍️ Rūmī (Dshalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī) 🎨 Persian Garden miniature (The Persian Prince Humay...) #BookWormSat #PersianLit

'Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.' ✍️ Rūmī 🎨 A Caravan Stop, from 'The Maqamat' by Al-Hariri #BookWormSat #PersianLit

'A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces. If you don't try to fly, And so break yourself apart, You will be broken open by death, When it's too late for all you could become.' ✍️ Rūmī, Be with those... 🎨 Rostam Mourning the Death.. (illust. from the Shahnama) #BookWormSat #PersianLit

'Hormuz it.' excellent, will use. let's make it enter the language. 'how was the test, honey?' 'aw, mom, I hormuzed it.' 'So you and Carol are splitting up?' 'yeah, we made a Hormuz of it.'

Good morning! #grickledoodle #king #card #surreal #horror #cartoon #art #drawing #funny #humor

And we write in the windows, from the inside, words which will be read from the outside, in a meaning inside out of what we wanted to say E escrevemos nos vidros, por dentro, palavras que serão lidas por fora, em sentido contrário ao que queríamos dizer - Cassiano Ricardo

A books cartoon for @theguardian.com from a while back

Tomorrow is Whitsunday, bringing to mind these lines from Boris Pasternak about Whitsunday 1917: Weaving our steps with sunlight and Whitsunday, The woods insist the world is always like this. The trees believe it; the meadow understands; It pours down from the sky across our laps.

Vive la liste! (This one contains some all time favourites and some I've never even heard of - but which recommend themselves by way of their vicinity to the favourites. Also, long term TBRs)

Hello from Frankfurt! Shostakovich 2 with Kahchun Wong and the hr-Sinfonieorchester tonight and tomorrow 😀 one of my favourite concertos, a rare instance of an undarkened Shostakovich… (tomorrow is live on the orchestra’s YouTube channel and on hr2-Kultur)

Coming to ruin your day! Tapping into the millenial fears of 1500, Albrecht Dürer illustrates the Apocalypse in woodcuts. Here, the Four Horsemen: plague, war, famine, and death riding a pale horse.

Happy 555th birthday to Albrecht Dürer ⬇️ his xylography Expulsion from Paradise

Signature of Light

#AlphabetChallenge #WeekSforSongs

Honestly, I thought most would get zero so you're doing well! If you like Rumi, you'll also love Sa'di. And for novelistic works, Hedayat's Blind Owl and Mahfouz's Cairo trilogy and Taha Hussein's The Years are amazing. Should all be classics if the world were fair.

I've seen that list of 100 best novels and (though I've not counted) a *lot* of them are from English-language writers. It's a very English-language centric list. Any such list is going to be debatable, but at least they could make an effort to realise that other literary traditions exist.

The 100 best novels of all time

Me doing 'how many of these 100 novels have you read' things in the papers

Who’s in, who’s out, and how many have you read? The story behind our 100 best novels list

In the owl's opinion everyday is long 🦉 Kobayashi Issa (1763–1828) #BookWormSat 😍Yukio Katsuda (1985)

“Even in Kyoto-- Hearing the cuckoo's cry-- I long for Kyoto” ― Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) #BookWormSat 🎨Cuckoo and Azaleas by Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849)

'Now you are young as a bird dropped dead in March snow, now it comes to you, sings you its love song from France, you are light: you will sleep through my spring till it's over. 1/2 ✍️ Paul Celan, Night Ray Transl. Michael Hamburger 🖼️ Marc Chagall, L'oiseau bleu #BookWormSat #poetry #birds

'Hare's pelt sky. Even now a clear wing writes. I too, remember, dust-coloured one, arrived as a crane.' ✍️ Paul Celan, In the Daytime. Transl. Michael Hamburger ✒️ Calligraphy Hon'Ami Koetsu #BookWormSat #poetry #birds

Man Ray, American-French (1890-1976), Jean Cocteau and Tristan Tzara, 1922, photograph, gelatin silver contact print, image: 8.5 x 5.8 cm, sheet: 8.8 x 6.4 cm, private collection

If you, as I do, need new songs to sing....

Fake news from 1615 - at least they were fanciful and amusing. My favourite part of the text goes: "... as seen by people from Hamburg and elsewhere and portrayed from life (!)"

Each of us left to believe anything as the light goes out on the possible

Not included: “The Enema Bandit and the Cosmic Buzzer,” “The Piano and the Pantechnicon,” “The Fifth Column (week 11)” & “Brief Interviews with Hideous Men # 16”. I’ll get to the Harry Ransom Center one of these days.

Forgot to mention “Rabbit Resurrected” in the list of uncollected stories I’ll be reading.

Next up: The Complete Fiction of David Foster Wallace, including the uncollected stories “The Planet Trillaphon As It Stands In Relation to The Bad Thing,” “Other Math,” “Solomon Silverfish,” “Crash of 69,” “Order and Flux in Northampton,” segment of “The Flexicon” & “All That”.

He thought he saw a Rattlesnake That questioned him in Greek: He looked again, and found it was The Middle of Next Week. "The one thing I regret," he said, "Is that it cannot speak!"

@afteroctavian.bsky.social , @geshtin.bsky.social , @mathieuduplay.bsky.social Here's some opera related news about me which you won't find particularly interesting probably but my Pavlovian brain connects YOU to opera, so here goes: friends made me listen to several arias yesterday, and I LIKED it

"Since if anyone with sorrow in their fresh-grieving heart, groans, mourning in their heart, then the singer servant of the Muses, of the glories of those who came before will hymn, and of the blessed gods who hold Olympus. Straightaway he forgets his anxieties" Theogony 98-102 #BlueSkyArtShow #odd

In spring 1999, I stood in a bookshop in Bogstadveien, Oslo with two new books in my hands. I could only afford one. I read the first page of each and knew this was a choice for life. One was Grøftetildragelsesmysteriet by T.E. Lund, and the other one was Gnostiske essay by Jon Fosse. Sorry, Jon!

Happy birthday to #mathematician Felix Klein (1849-1925). 🧪🐡🧮 #histsci This is a hand-carved and hand-printed image of the famous mathematical object, the Klein bottle, printed in a gradient of pale yellow-green to darker blue-green on paper. First described by mathematician Felix Klein in 1882, 🧵

Mercury: Quiet! Jupiter is making butterflies! Wonderful vision of creation from 1529 by Dosso Dossi, whose day is today.

'Whatever lost ghosts flare, Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor Rave on the leash of the starving mind Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.' 📕 Sylvia Plath, November Graveyard 🖼️ Leonora Carrington, Samain #BookWormSat #poetry #haunted

'Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what.' 📕 Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses 🖼️ Katsushika Hokusai, The Ghost of Oiwa #BookWormSat #ghosts

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, “Which way? Which way?”, holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing.

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation.

Death by Shakespeare Causes of 74 deaths in Shakespeare's plays #ShakespeareDay

Agree, it’s truly beautiful. Full poem is also in alt-text. #poetry

If I had a cat I'd name it Basho whose long-ago words were lithe and wise Basho, come lap sweet milk from this flame-rimmed bowl yes, yes ...no, no- yes! bl

🏳️‍⚧️ #trans Just found out that neighbour's daughter from our last but one adress, name of Helena, whom I literally saw grow up, is Hagen now, and very happy. News touched me deeply, cos sweet kid. He's studying music (told you he was great :) and not giving any signs of finishing lol. You go, Hagen! 🏳️‍⚧️