‘(F)or the poor wren, the most diminutive of birds, will fight, her young ones in her nest, against the owl.’ ~ Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act IV, Sc 2. #BookWormSat #ShakespeareWeek

📚💙 New Release 💡📚💙 #Books #Tech Techno-Negative: A Long History of Refusing the Machine by Thomas Dekeyser -- Begins with the 1985 US bombing of the MOVE commune in Philadelphia and a discussion of Gandhi's Tolstoyan farm in South Africa. #ToRead

#BookWormSat 🖊️Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice, Act 2 Scene 7

'This is the fairy land;--O spite of spites! We talk with goblins, owls, and sprites; If we obey them not, this will ensue, They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.' -Shakespeare 🎨John Anster Fitzgerald #BookWormSat

"Now it is the time of night That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide." 🪦👻 A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act V, Scene I #BookwormSat

Perfume for a lady's chamber; Golden quoifs and stomachers For my lads to give their dears: Pins and poking-sticks of steel, What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy. The Winter's Tale #BookWormSat

“Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry spring-time’s harbinger.“ #Shakespeare The Two Noble Kinsmen Ver is an old name for Spring #BookWormSat (Illustration from Shakespeare’s Flowers) #BookChatWeekly

‘That’s a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.’ ~ Shakespeare, Henry V. This #BookWormSat belongs to Shakespeare since it’s #ShakespeareWeek so dust off the sonnets, polish the tragedies and histories, gather the comedies and let’s celebrate The Bard.

'In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.' -Shakespeare @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat. 🎨Jean Delville

‘In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease… And with thee fade away into the forest dim.’ ~ Ode to a Nightingale, Keats and @racheldeering.bsky.social in the woods, here for #BookWormSat #InternationalDayOfForests #WorldPoetryDay

‘I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray…’ ~ Joyce Kilmer, Trees. #BookWormSat #InternationalDayOfForests #WorldPoetryDay

'We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.' -Ursula K. Le Guin 🎨Arthur Rackham #BookWormSat

#BookWormSat "Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone ... I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours." Mary Oliver

"...never before had he been so suddenly and so keenly aware of the feel and texture of a tree’s skin and of the life within it. He felt a delight in wood and the touch of it, neither as forester nor as carpenter; it was the delight of the living tree itself." -LOTR J. R. R. Tolkien #BookWormSat

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. John Muir #BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social artist: Ivan Shishkin

“You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.” AA Milne Winnie-the-Pooh #BookWormSat 🎨 EH Shepard #BookChatWeekly

Then he thought about how much he loved everything; the forest and the sea, the rain and the wind, the sunshine, the grass and the moss, and how impossible it would be to live without them all… Comet in Moominland 1946 Tove Jansson #BookWormSat

"He pushed towards the Wild Wood, which lay before him low and threatening, like a black reef in some still southern sea. There was nothing to alarm him at first entry. Twigs crackled under his feet, logs tripped him.... Then the faces began." -Kenneth Grahame, "The Wind in the Willows" #BookWormSat

‘Whirl up, sea— whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines on our rocks, hurl your green over us, cover us with your pools of fir.’ ~ Hilda Doolittle. For the International Day of Forests, #BookWormSat will be getting lost in the forests of literature. Get lost with us! 🌲 🌲 🌲

Good day, dear Bibliophiles🍃 Happy #OwlishMonday art by Ashley Fulton

The moon is the first milestone on the road to the stars. ~Arthur C. Clarke art by Louis Rhead (1918) Folger Shakespeare Library

“Fire Down on the Labrador”  🎨 David Blackwood (1980)

'Beware! beware! of the Black Friar, Who sitteth by Norman stone, For he mutters his prayer in the midnight air, And his mass of the days that are gone.' – Lord Byron recounts in 'Don Juan' (1824) his own encounter with the Black Friar of Newstead Abbey, his ancestral home. #BookWormSat

I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of library. ~Jorge Luis Borges 🎨Valentin Rekunenko

'There are misfortunes in life that no one will accept; people would rather believe in the supernatural and the impossible.' -Alexandre Dumas And this bookworm doesn't see why not. 👻 @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat!

'The spirit-world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapoursdense A vital breath of more ethereal air.' -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 🎨Arnold Böcklin #BookWormSat

‘Certain houses, like certain persons, manage somehow to proclaim at once their character for evil.‘ ~ Algernon Blackwood. Since it is Algernon Blackwood’s birthday tomorrow, #BookWormSat Inc will take this opportunity to embrace the supernatural in literature. Do you dare to join us? #GothicSpring

After her father loses her to Milord in a game of cards, the heroine transforms into a tigress, and Milord (the Beast) need no longer disguise himself as a human. 🖊️ Based on Beauty and the Beast, Angela Carter's The Tiger's Bride #BookWormSat #GothicSpring 🎨Leonora Carrington #BookChatWeekly

In Celtic mythology, white stags are believed to be mythical messengers, when one appears it means change is coming. Arthurian legends depict the elusive white stag as a symbol of the eternal quest for spiritual knowledge. 🎨 Sebastian Meyer #BookologyThursday

Welcome to #BookologyThursday 🍃 Today we begin our early St. Patrick’s Day celebrations with the theme: 🍃Irish Literature and Culture🍃 …in literature, art, legends, and lore. 🎨 Neil Parkinson

But the Badger’s fort was dug when the whole land was one oak. His face is his ancient coat of arms, and he wears the same grey cloak. Ted Hughes CF Tunnicliffe #BookWormSat

Sometimes, the only way out is to go all the way through to the end. 🎨 Armine

You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me. ~C.S. Lewis 🎨Jane Crowther

„We see paintings in time and place […] and always in the context of our own lives. We cannot see them otherwise, no matter how objective we might hope to be.“ ✍️Laura Cumming, The Vanishing Man 🎨Siger Köder, The Samaritan Woman

‘Often when I imagine you, your wholeness cascades into many shapes. You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark; I am forest.’ ~ Rainer Maria Rilke. #BookWormSat

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make! Bram Stoker, Dracula #BookWormSat

"I have never met anyone worth knowing who had fewer than four feet." - Dorothy Parker (But I admit from memory) #BookWormSat #caturday #dogs #DorothyParker

"Tell them Artemis rescued me by putting a deer in my place, which my father sacrificed thinking his sharp knife was slicing into me." Euripides, Iphigenia among the Taurians Translated by Anne Carson #BookWormSat 🖼️ Edwin Henry Landseer, Dying Stag

"One can readily appreciate that when a dog hears himself addressed day in and day out as Poppet, he feels he must throw his weight about. His self-respect demands it." 🖊 P.G.Wodehouse #BookWormSat 🎨 penguin ed. Sherlock Holmes - guess which one? 😆 #BookChatWeekly

'There was great joy when she arrived, for they all believed that she had been torn to pieces by the lion, and was no longer alive. But she told them what a handsome husband she had, and how well off she was.' -The Singing, Springing Lark, Brothers Grimm. 🎨Arthur Rackham #BookWormSat

'A snarl! A scruffle round the room! A sense that Death is drawing near!' -To a Lady with an Unruly and Ill-mannered Dog Who Bit several Persons of Importance, Sir Walter Raleigh. @signemaene.com and unruly dogs everywhere welcome you to #BookWormSat. 🎨Edwin Landseer

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Good day, dear Bibliophiles! Wishing you a bit of Monday magic✨ 🎨Robin Kaplan

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through. ~Jules Verne 🎨 Lionel Lindsay (1924) #caturday

Good day, dear Bibliophiles✨ art by Beatrix Potter #BookChatWeekly

'I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over.' -Robert Frost @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat. 🎨Charles Courtney Curran

'Let roses fling afar their crimson spray, And virgin daisies splash the fields with white, Let bloom the poppy hotly as it may, Within my heart is melancholy night.' -Dorothy Parker 🎨John William Waterhouse #BookWormSat

‘Dawn points, and another day Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind Wrinkles and slides. I am here Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.’ ~ Eliot, East Coker, Four Quartets for #BookWormSat 🖼️ Glowing Waves at Dawn, Paul Richard Schumann.

‘This is the night mail crossing the Border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order, Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, The shop at the corner, the girl next door,’~ Auden, Night Mail. This #BookWormSat coincides with Auden’s birthday so we will mark the day with C20th poetry. Join us!

As I Walked Out One Evening W. H. Auden (read by Tom O'Bedlam).... youtu.be/HIaAkKPJn_M #poetry #BookWormSat #BookChatWeekly