Latest posts tagged with #c20 on Bluesky
(tiny home sketch) tiny home (250sqft:): 10x24ft hoisted over the back fence ¢¢osts 100k to be student built offsite but permits, foundation, plumbing, electric snow melt8ng walkways & such are an extra $40-100k. Need to talk to a bank to see how many decades we can pay for this in
#jouRapNal #book18 day 107
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#3goodThings #C20° #tinyHome #planning #threeGoodThings
#h4h #CommunityBuilt #mightAsWellBeAMansion?
Florence Marian McNeill (1885–1973) was born #OTD, 26 March. A notable figure in Scotland’s #C20 literary renaissance, she wrote on politics, #food & #folklore – including THE SILVER BOUGH, a 4-volume study of Scottish festivals & folk-belief
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at first Wiesław Myśliwski's #book Needle's Eye made me think first of Kafka's The Trial and then The Castle. Covers changes in a Polish village & town from WWI to post-WWII moving fluidly back and forth between the youthful and aging memories of a medieval historian.
#booksky #Poland #memory #C20
Lukas & Team - Smart Home Fix: Samsung
Samsung Smart Range C-20 Error: Troubleshooting Guide
#Samsung #SmartRange #C20
🔍 Full Report: www.digitalhomefaults.org/samsung/smart-range/sams...
Incubator Iain Crichton Smith The tiny baby sleeps in a cage of wires. Lights blink on and off: its legs are thin as matches, and its hair a fuzz of limpid gold. Sometimes it arches its tiny body, stretches itself and yawns, delicate as an egg in that machinery which sings its own quiet tune. Machine, you are my mother now, you feed with the slow drop of time. It is warm here, sleepless mother, raise me to run one day with my leather schoolbag among blossoms on a day of lessons and fire. Wakeful machinery, be good to me, hear me if I don't breathe, and ring your alarm bell, the panic of your kind breast of steel. Machine, let us sleep together, on the bosom of the night, till I grow tall, till I leave you and seek soft human arms.
The tiny baby sleeps in a cage of wires.
Lights blink on and off:
its legs are thin as matches, and its hair
a fuzz of limpid gold…
—Iain Crichton Smith, “Incubator”
in DEER ON THE HIGH HILLS, @carcanet.bsky.social 2021
#BookWormSat #C20 #poem #poetry
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In Memoriam 1971 Joan Ure Certain women. And some young boys. Women with some uncertainties but something they knew about that made them need to say something. Two of my father’s sisters in childhood and the first in my own lifetime – Virginia Woolf and then, oh in unbearably quickly succession my only sister. She died but in her case they called it a religious withdrawal synchronous with late adolescence. In a need for words there were no words for, it seems to me now it may have been impossible. But I was too young then I too took a long time growing up and I was not aware of any need not solved by tears or quickly effaced. In fact supplied sooner than I was ready. I conceived and then I was married soon after. I was lucky in those days and it seems to me there were other women whose troubles were not to be solved by carrying the baby even with the help of a wedding ring. Sylvia Plath was not so simply satisfied. Then last year the poet, Crae Ritchie, my friend for not long enough, a waver of flags for peace and joy. This year, older, Stevie Smith. In Scotland – or Ulster – she’d have survived about half the time by my stopwatch for I’ve been watching. It used to be men who died for a cause that other folk could hardly see. Now it is women, rattling cans for aid to the helpless, and young boys drugging before they’ve even learned brutality? I, personally, am getting scared for me and my sons. And what if I ever have a daughter? Don’t drown us out of the world: it could be springtime.
Certain women. And some young boys.
Women with some uncertainties
but something they knew about
that made them need to say something…
—Joan Ure, “In Memoriam 1971”
in Scottish International Review 18, Nov 1971
#BookWormSat #C20 #poem #poetry
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One foot in Eden Edwin Muir One foot in Eden still, I stand And look across the other land. The world’s great day is growing late, Yet strange these fields that we have planted So long with crops of love and hate. Time’s handiworks by time are haunted, And nothing now can separate The corn and tares compactly grown. The armorial weed in stillness bound About the stalk; these are our own. Evil and good stand thick around In the fields of charity and sin Where we shall lead our harvest in. Yet still from Eden springs the root As clean as on the starting day. Time takes the foliage and the fruit And burns the archetypal leaf To shapes of terror and of grief Scattered along the winter way. But famished field and blackened tree Bear flowers in Eden never known. Blossoms of grief and charity Bloom in these darkened fields alone. What had Eden ever to say Of hope and faith and pity and love Until was buried all its day And memory found its treasure trove? Strange blessings never in Paradise Fall from these beclouded skies.
One foot in Eden still, I stand
And look across the other land.
The world’s great day is growing late,
Yet strange these fields that we have planted
So long with crops of love and hate…
—Edwin Muir, “One foot in Eden”
in ONE FOOT IN EDEN, @faberbooks.bsky.social 1956
#BookWormSat #C20 #poem #poetry
Gealach Ùr Somhairle MacGill-Eain Cuiridh mi làmh air corran na gealaich agus òrd ceann-chruaidh thairis air an òr f hann is troimhe: is canadh Dia gur h-e an toibheum. Brat crò-dhearg air a chùlaibh, suaicheantas dòchais is dùile, meirghe ’chinne-daonna ’g èirigh, solas ùr laist’ anns na speuran. A New Moon Sorley MacLean I will put a handle on the sickle of the moon and a steel-headed hammer over the feeble gold and through it: and let God call it blasphemy. A blood-red banner behind, emblem of hope and expectation, the standard of mankind arising, a new star lit in Heaven.
Cuiridh mi làmh air corran na gealaich
agus òrd ceann-chruaidh thairis
air an òr f hann is troimhe:
is canadh Dia gur h-e an toibheum…
—Somhairle MacGill-Eain, “Gealach Ùr”
in Sorley MacLean: Collected Poems, @carcanet.bsky.social 2017
#BookWormSat #C20 #poetry
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The Death of Marilyn Monroe by Edwin Morgan What innocence? Whose guilt? What eyes? Whose breast? Crumpled orphan, nembutal bed, white hearse, Los Angeles, DiMaggio! Los Angeles! Miller! Los Angeles! America! That Death should seem the only protector – That all arms should have faded, and the great cameras and lights become an inquisition and a torment – That the many acquaintances, the autograph-hunters, the inflexible directors, the drive-in admirers should become a blur of incomprehension and pain — That lonely Uncertainty should limp up, grinning, with bewildering barbiturates, and watch her undress and lie down and in her anguish call for him! call for him to strengthen her with what could only dissolve her! A method of dying, we are shaken, we see it. Strasberg! Los Angeles! Olivier! Los Angeles! Others die and yet by this death we are a little shaken, we feel it, America. Let no one say communication is a cantword. They had to lift her hand from the bedside telephone. But what she had not been able to say perhaps she had said. “All I had was my life. I have no regrets, because if I made any mistakes, I was responsible. There is now – and there is the future. What has happened is behind. So it follows you around? So what?” – This to a friend, ten days before. And so she was responsible. And if she was not responsible, not wholly responsible, Los Angeles? Los Angeles? Will it follow you around? Will the slow white hearse of the child of America follow you around?
What innocence? Whose guilt? What eyes? Whose breast?
Crumpled orphan, nembutal bed,
white hearse, Los Angeles…
—Edwin Morgan, “The Death of Marilyn Monroe”
from CENTENARY SELECTED POEMS, @carcanet.bsky.social 2020
#BookWormSat #C20 #poem #poetry
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My beautiful wife Cassandra standing next to my truck watching our kiddo play in the cab. The lights of the library parking lot in the background
Night life at the library last week💕📚
#FilmPhotography #UrbanGaze #Photography #DadasTruck #C20 #DreamWife #MediumFormat #Mamiya #HBLibrary
#Spanish freighter seized by Nazi #German warship during Spanish Civil War.
#History #c20 #NavalHistory #MaritimeHistory
The Many Primes of Muriel Spark
First broadcast in 2018 – available to watch on BBC iPlayer until 27 Dec
Kirsty Wark celebrates the life & work of Muriel Spark. Includes contributions from AL Kennedy, Janice Galloway, Ali Smith, William Boyd & Val McDermid
#C20
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Monochrome postcards showing: The Concert Hall and Theater “Pfalzbau” (1968) in Ludwigshafen, Germany, by Alfred Koch, Edwin Steinhauer and Gerhard Troitzsch The Stationspostkantoor (1954-59) in Rotterdam, the Netherlands, by Herman & Evert Kraaijvanger
I don’t as a rule collect postcards, but these vintage examples were just 20p each…
They show the Concert Hall and Theater “Pfalzbau” (1968) in Ludwigshafen, Germany; and
Stationspostkantoor, the former Station Post Office (1954-59) in Rotterdam, the Netherlands.
#C20 #BrutalMonday
What a splendid bell tower!
Église de Saint-Gohard, Saint-Nazaire, Loire-Atlantique, Pays de la Loire, France #photography #architecture #Modernist #Modernism #Modern #church #concrete #twentiethcentury #modernistchurch #catholic #Vatican2 #campanile #C20 #midcentury
Image of a gable ended painted with an LNER advert
A bit of #railwayarchaeology at Hampstead Heath with some nice #brutalism of the Royal Free Hospital behind!
#architecture #C20 #LNER #modernism #london
Last night’s backyard astronomy offering:
#Astronomy
#DeepSkyObject
#NorthAmericaNebula
#NGC7000
#Caldwell20
#C20
#DWARF3
#Photomator
North america nebula taken with dwarf3
New #dwarf3 #firstlight
#C20 #northamericanebula
50 min integration
60sx60 frames
Stained glass display
Église Saint-Gohard, Saint-Nazaire, Loire-Atlantique, France
#photography #architecture #modernism #modernist #modernisme #moderniste #church #catholic #catholique #vatican2 #colour #light #nikon #windows #lines #contrast #midcentury #C20 #C20th #twentiethcentury #20thcentury
‘One of 3 ceramic magi by Alan Boyson, Church of the Epiphany and St John (1961-2) by D.F. Martinsmith.’ (from S Cadman’s Flickr page).
‘One of 3 ceramic magi by Alan Boyson, Church of the Epiphany and St John (1961-2) by D.F. Martinsmith.’ (from S Cadman’s Flickr page)
‘One of 3 ceramic magi by Alan Boyson, Church of the Epiphany and St John (1961-2) by D.F. Martinsmith.’ (from S Cadman’s Flickr page)
‘Ceramic of the Virgin Mary by Alan Boyson, Church of the Epiphany and St John (1961-2) by D.F. Martinsmith.’ (from S Cadman’s Flickr page)
A periodic check-in on the tile reliefs on the former Church of the Epiphany in Corby Town. The impressive 60’s modernist building remains unlisted though happily still in use, though I do think these would be better removed to a safe place before they get damaged or worse.
#TilesOnTuesday #C20
Y'all. The Re(un)covered podcast's first season is fully going to launch before 6 October. I am excited & slightly terrified.
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Listen if interested in: women's history beyond #18thC, making things, #archives #recovery #graphicdesign #typography #podcasts #letterforms #c20 📚
