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The author, squished up into a bundle in a recliner chain that no longer reclines.
A poster for the Gilbert & George exhibition at the Hayward Gallery
Cover of The Night by Alison J Carr
Worzel Gummidge & Aunt Sally
Fran the tarot reader
Photograph of the first half of a magazine review which reads: This short book has a strange allure about it. It wonderfully evokes a timeless feeling of mythic time. In these pages you will find stories of Merlin, Godiva, werewolves and Albina and her 33 sisters and the founding of Albion. But this is not just a retelling of well-known medieval legends. The first chapter, 'In the beginning was the end', starts off with a creation story involving snakes at Canley near Coventry. The final chapter neatly mirrors the first, 'In the end was the beginning', which has a strong environmental message for the future. There is a strong sense not just in this chapter, but in others, that we have drifted into the wasteland by disconnecting from the myths of the land. It's this hard to pin down essence that gives the book a dreamlike 'otherworldly' feel. There are also modern stories, which... [continued in next photo]
Emerging from Cat Cave, Oweynagat, the entrance to Tír na nÓg
This post's author, stood outside his home in the North Pennines.
Peakrill publisher Daniel Sumption with a table full of zines and books, and a cockatoo on his shoulder.
Phil Smith speaks to the audience at the Folk Preservation Society in Teignmouth
A pebble whose brown and white markings appear as though they represent a tree growing in a landscape.
Zines: Access Questions for Self-Publishing; Time Stood Still in these Gardens by Synchar Pde; Tranny Central - the history of the GLF's transsexual & transvestite group 1971-73; Practicing Empathy in Mirrors; The Masjid Uncles of the Front Row; Clown Theory - a selective & aesthetic chronicle of clown theories in defense of the sad & foolish.
The web page where my message ought to appear, but instead is a message telling me to "join the conversation" by getting the Substack app on Google Play 🤷🏻‍♂️
A tweet that says: #overheard in the lift: "I'm not going to rub my head for a fucking HOUR" - "That's what your LUNCH BREAK is for".
A tweet that says: #overheard "we were risk-assessed in Poundland"
Terry Howard, with the text "A Moorland Notebook with Terry Howard" and "Peakrill Press"
A still from the documentary "Ramble On", showing the back of rambler Terry Howard as he walks across the moors near Sheffield
Pages from a 1931 edition of Clarion Ramblers on the felling of the Old Woman Stone
Cast from On The Buses
The #Cerne2CERN Pilgrims' Tarot deck, with Bill Drummond's "if we knew why we wouldn't be doing it" card uppermost.
The author in brightly coloured clothes made from intricately patterned textiles from around the world.
Street art by Phlegm, Rotherham graffiti playground 2007.
Text of "At the End of the Day: A Mirror of Questions" by John O'Donohue What dreams did I create last night? Where did my eyes linger today? Where was I blind? Where was I hurt without anyone noticing? What did I learn today? What did I read? What new thoughts visited me? What differences did I notice in those closest to me? Whom did I neglect? Where did I neglect myself? What did I begin today that might endure? How were my conversations? What did I do today for the poor and the excluded? Did I remember the dead today? When could I have exposed myself to the risk of something different? Where did I allow myself to receive love? With whom today did I feel most myself? What reached me today? How did it imprint? Who saw me today? What visitations had I from the past and from the future? What did I avoid today? From the evidence – why was I given this day?
Text reads: Mytho recommends: Accidental Poetry Roadie by Dan Sumption This pamphlet of poems expands and contracts as much like a sea anemone as a lung, responding to encounters as much as to rhythms or compulsions. At the literal centre of the pamphlet is an epic car (roadie) journey 'skirting Sheffield' and down to South West England, to where 'above Stone House / shutted spiritualist church / still keeps slow wyrms in its walls /everdrenched in overdrying ectoplasm'. This encounter with a slow worm story is a curl around from the poet's earlier meeting with 'God's anima / slinking from sedge -thatched verge.... that sheer mass glides / down a hole'. The snakes are there again, in a den, when Sumption wanders Dartmoor, loses loved gloves, and sails a 'land... made of water'. Interspersed with these poems of place and genii loci, are experiments in picking apart the logics of poem-making, both in the song and dance of a baby's first words and in an undoing interface with an Al Large Language Model, doing chaos poetry. Sumption's great achievement here is to marry his ascetic attention to the icy structures of words with a warm melt of associations. Slim the pamphlet is, but thick with affect and meanings.
The book "accidental poetry roadie", with a crocheted snake bound through its spine.
Delorean time machine
Dregs exclaiming "what the bloody hell??"
Cover and inner pages of Dregs of the 21st Century
"Mytho recommends: Accidental Poetry Roadie by Dan Sumption This pamphlet of poems expands and contracts as much like a sea anemone as a lung, responding to encounters as much as to rhythms or compulsions. At the literal centre of the pamphlet is an epic car (roadie) journey 'skirting Sheffield' and down to South West England, to where 'above Stone House / shutted spiritualist church / still keeps slow wyrms in its walls /everdrenched in overdrying ectoplasm'. This encounter with a slow worm story is a curl around from the poet's earlier meeting with 'God's anima / slinking from sedge -thatched verge.... that sheer mass glides / down a hole'. The snakes are there again, in a den, when Sumption wanders Dartmoor, loses loved gloves, and sails a 'land... made of water'. Interspersed with these poems of place and genii loci, are experiments in picking apart the logics of poem-making, both in the song and dance of a baby's first words and in an undoing interface with an Al Large Language Model, doing chaos poetry. Sumption's great achievement here is to marry his ascetic attention to the icy structures of words with a warm melt of associations. Slim the pamphlet is, but thick with affect and meanings."
There are no GIFs of Murun Buchstansangur
Page from Krill zine: "The tooth fairy’s emotional reaction to the food particle is thought to trigger the swift & subsequent biological miracle of the laying of an egg. The newly produced ovum is carefully deposited adjacent to the remnant foodstuffs, sometimes known as ‘black triangles’. The tooth fairy is thought to be particularly fertile in the presence of sugary debris left from late night biscuits & chocolate or the sticky residue of effervescing soda drinks & in such cases may produce multiple eggs. But they can be satisfactorily fecund when triggered by the remains of vegetable, meat, cheese & the like. The wee egg, perhaps itself spurred on by the proximity or smell of nearby food, hatches almost immediately & a tiny worm shaped creature emerges. Born in a state of ravenous need, the worm uses its remarkably developed..."
Middlehope Burn in the North Pennines
A balloon caught on a fence on a high moor in the North Pennines
The cover of Mostly Harmless Meetings, featuring a woman and a toad
The book "Home - a personal geography of Sheffield" by Carl Lee
Pernoctator party people photos
A collection of zines & games, including Be Seeing You and Solstice by Tanya Floaker
Books, zines, prints, cards... on the Peakrill Press stall
The cover of a book titled accidental poetry, spine stitched with a crocheted snake.
A handful of crocheted snakes.
A cartoon style illustration of two fisher-folk in their cave.
Dot the dog and Wistman's Wood
A black border collie cross dog with a white paw, running on the moors in the Pennines