Chris Perera
@chrispwriter.bsky.social
Weird films, peculiar children's stories, strange musicals, odd humour #libraries #writer he/him chris@chrisperera.co.uk
Pinned
’Tis said, she first was changed into a vapour
And then into a cloud, such clouds as flit
Like splendour-wingèd moths about a taper
Round the red west when the sun dies in it
And then into a meteor
#BookWormSat
Percy Shelley/ The Witch of Atlas
#BookChatWeekly
🎨 Jan Pienkowski
And then into a cloud, such clouds as flit
Like splendour-wingèd moths about a taper
Round the red west when the sun dies in it
And then into a meteor
#BookWormSat
Percy Shelley/ The Witch of Atlas
#BookChatWeekly
🎨 Jan Pienkowski
Reposted by Chris Perera
'Dear, dear, dear!' he cried, 'one trouble after another! When I was dead, I wished I was alive; now I’m alive, I wish I was dead again.'
-Jean de Bosschère
@signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat. Reposts will be slower than usual today, but we are here, so bear with us! 🦴
-Jean de Bosschère
@signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat. Reposts will be slower than usual today, but we are here, so bear with us! 🦴
November 1, 2025 at 7:59 AM
'Dear, dear, dear!' he cried, 'one trouble after another! When I was dead, I wished I was alive; now I’m alive, I wish I was dead again.'
-Jean de Bosschère
@signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat. Reposts will be slower than usual today, but we are here, so bear with us! 🦴
-Jean de Bosschère
@signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat. Reposts will be slower than usual today, but we are here, so bear with us! 🦴
Reposted by Chris Perera
'The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.'
-Edgar Allan Poe
🎨Edmund Dulac
#BookWormSat
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.'
-Edgar Allan Poe
🎨Edmund Dulac
#BookWormSat
November 1, 2025 at 8:20 AM
'The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.'
-Edgar Allan Poe
🎨Edmund Dulac
#BookWormSat
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.'
-Edgar Allan Poe
🎨Edmund Dulac
#BookWormSat
Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed
He watched the ads
And not the road
- Ogden Nash
#BookWormSat
✍️ James Thurber
#BookChatWeekly
John Brown is stowed
He watched the ads
And not the road
- Ogden Nash
#BookWormSat
✍️ James Thurber
#BookChatWeekly
November 1, 2025 at 9:16 AM
Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed
He watched the ads
And not the road
- Ogden Nash
#BookWormSat
✍️ James Thurber
#BookChatWeekly
John Brown is stowed
He watched the ads
And not the road
- Ogden Nash
#BookWormSat
✍️ James Thurber
#BookChatWeekly
Reposted by Chris Perera
The hour of midnight must be near
So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves to-night
Longfellow
The Neighbouring Nunnery
Rob Blair #BookWormSat
So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves to-night
Longfellow
The Neighbouring Nunnery
Rob Blair #BookWormSat
October 25, 2025 at 11:16 AM
The hour of midnight must be near
So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves to-night
Longfellow
The Neighbouring Nunnery
Rob Blair #BookWormSat
So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves to-night
Longfellow
The Neighbouring Nunnery
Rob Blair #BookWormSat
Reposted by Chris Perera
‘Ghosts could walk freely tonight, without fear of the disbelief of men; for this night was haunted, and it would be an insensitive man who did not know it.’
Steinbeck ~ Tortilla Flat
@racheldeering.bsky.social here to be terrified for the rest of this spooky
#BookWormSat
🖼️ Angela Deane
Steinbeck ~ Tortilla Flat
@racheldeering.bsky.social here to be terrified for the rest of this spooky
#BookWormSat
🖼️ Angela Deane
October 25, 2025 at 12:20 PM
‘Ghosts could walk freely tonight, without fear of the disbelief of men; for this night was haunted, and it would be an insensitive man who did not know it.’
Steinbeck ~ Tortilla Flat
@racheldeering.bsky.social here to be terrified for the rest of this spooky
#BookWormSat
🖼️ Angela Deane
Steinbeck ~ Tortilla Flat
@racheldeering.bsky.social here to be terrified for the rest of this spooky
#BookWormSat
🖼️ Angela Deane
Reposted by Chris Perera
‘Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time.’ ~ Macbeth for #BookWormSat
🖼️ George Cattermole, C19th.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time.’ ~ Macbeth for #BookWormSat
🖼️ George Cattermole, C19th.
October 25, 2025 at 12:34 PM
‘Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time.’ ~ Macbeth for #BookWormSat
🖼️ George Cattermole, C19th.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time.’ ~ Macbeth for #BookWormSat
🖼️ George Cattermole, C19th.
Reposted by Chris Perera
‘I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.’
📕Anne Sexton, Her Kind
🖼️ Leonora Carrington, Operation Wednesday
#BookWormSat #witches #poetry
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.’
📕Anne Sexton, Her Kind
🖼️ Leonora Carrington, Operation Wednesday
#BookWormSat #witches #poetry
October 25, 2025 at 9:23 AM
‘I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.’
📕Anne Sexton, Her Kind
🖼️ Leonora Carrington, Operation Wednesday
#BookWormSat #witches #poetry
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.’
📕Anne Sexton, Her Kind
🖼️ Leonora Carrington, Operation Wednesday
#BookWormSat #witches #poetry
Reposted by Chris Perera
This mornings gift from nature was a huge rainbow and a hawk hunting. Both gratefully accepted.
October 25, 2025 at 8:06 AM
This mornings gift from nature was a huge rainbow and a hawk hunting. Both gratefully accepted.
Reposted by Chris Perera
"My dear man, why have people come throughout the ages to the necromancer—to the sorcerer—to the witch doctor? Only two reasons really. There are only two things that are wanted badly enough to risk damnation....So simple, isn’t it? Love—and death.”
-The Pale Horse
#AgathaChristie
#BookWormSat
-The Pale Horse
#AgathaChristie
#BookWormSat
October 25, 2025 at 3:05 AM
"My dear man, why have people come throughout the ages to the necromancer—to the sorcerer—to the witch doctor? Only two reasons really. There are only two things that are wanted badly enough to risk damnation....So simple, isn’t it? Love—and death.”
-The Pale Horse
#AgathaChristie
#BookWormSat
-The Pale Horse
#AgathaChristie
#BookWormSat
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'She was a wicked witch who was lying in wait there for children. She had built her house of bread only in order to lure them to her, and if she captured one, she would kill him, cook him, and eat him; and for her that was a day to celebrate.'
-Hansel and Gretel
🎨Laura Barrett
#BookWormSat
-Hansel and Gretel
🎨Laura Barrett
#BookWormSat
October 25, 2025 at 8:00 AM
'She was a wicked witch who was lying in wait there for children. She had built her house of bread only in order to lure them to her, and if she captured one, she would kill him, cook him, and eat him; and for her that was a day to celebrate.'
-Hansel and Gretel
🎨Laura Barrett
#BookWormSat
-Hansel and Gretel
🎨Laura Barrett
#BookWormSat
’Tis said, she first was changed into a vapour
And then into a cloud, such clouds as flit
Like splendour-wingèd moths about a taper
Round the red west when the sun dies in it
And then into a meteor
#BookWormSat
Percy Shelley/ The Witch of Atlas
#BookChatWeekly
🎨 Jan Pienkowski
And then into a cloud, such clouds as flit
Like splendour-wingèd moths about a taper
Round the red west when the sun dies in it
And then into a meteor
#BookWormSat
Percy Shelley/ The Witch of Atlas
#BookChatWeekly
🎨 Jan Pienkowski
October 25, 2025 at 7:56 AM
’Tis said, she first was changed into a vapour
And then into a cloud, such clouds as flit
Like splendour-wingèd moths about a taper
Round the red west when the sun dies in it
And then into a meteor
#BookWormSat
Percy Shelley/ The Witch of Atlas
#BookChatWeekly
🎨 Jan Pienkowski
And then into a cloud, such clouds as flit
Like splendour-wingèd moths about a taper
Round the red west when the sun dies in it
And then into a meteor
#BookWormSat
Percy Shelley/ The Witch of Atlas
#BookChatWeekly
🎨 Jan Pienkowski
Reposted by Chris Perera
'...for beauty is a witch.'
-Shakespeare
@signemaene.com welcomes you to a witch's favourite edition of #BookWormSat.
-Shakespeare
@signemaene.com welcomes you to a witch's favourite edition of #BookWormSat.
October 25, 2025 at 7:42 AM
'...for beauty is a witch.'
-Shakespeare
@signemaene.com welcomes you to a witch's favourite edition of #BookWormSat.
-Shakespeare
@signemaene.com welcomes you to a witch's favourite edition of #BookWormSat.
Reposted by Chris Perera
#Gothtober photopoem shared 18th October 2025
October 18, 2025 at 8:45 PM
#Gothtober photopoem shared 18th October 2025
Reposted by Chris Perera
On a bare branch
A crow is perched
Autumn evening
✍️ Matsuo Bashō
🖌️ Kawanabe Kyosai, Crow Resting
#BookWormSat #autumn #haiku
A crow is perched
Autumn evening
✍️ Matsuo Bashō
🖌️ Kawanabe Kyosai, Crow Resting
#BookWormSat #autumn #haiku
October 18, 2025 at 9:55 AM
On a bare branch
A crow is perched
Autumn evening
✍️ Matsuo Bashō
🖌️ Kawanabe Kyosai, Crow Resting
#BookWormSat #autumn #haiku
A crow is perched
Autumn evening
✍️ Matsuo Bashō
🖌️ Kawanabe Kyosai, Crow Resting
#BookWormSat #autumn #haiku
Reposted by Chris Perera
Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
Humbert Wolfe
#BookWormSat
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
Humbert Wolfe
#BookWormSat
October 18, 2025 at 11:25 AM
Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
Humbert Wolfe
#BookWormSat
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
Humbert Wolfe
#BookWormSat
Reposted by Chris Perera
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook … leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires and fog in the valleys; cellos, dark window-panes, snow.
Donna Tartt / The Secret History
Jo Grundy #BookWormSat
Donna Tartt / The Secret History
Jo Grundy #BookWormSat
October 18, 2025 at 3:20 PM
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook … leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires and fog in the valleys; cellos, dark window-panes, snow.
Donna Tartt / The Secret History
Jo Grundy #BookWormSat
Donna Tartt / The Secret History
Jo Grundy #BookWormSat
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‘It is autumn in Moominvalley, for how else can spring come back again?’ ~ Finn Family Moomintroll, Tove Jansson.
@racheldeering.bsky.social here for the rest of an Autumnal #BookWormSat 🍂
@racheldeering.bsky.social here for the rest of an Autumnal #BookWormSat 🍂
October 18, 2025 at 12:37 PM
‘It is autumn in Moominvalley, for how else can spring come back again?’ ~ Finn Family Moomintroll, Tove Jansson.
@racheldeering.bsky.social here for the rest of an Autumnal #BookWormSat 🍂
@racheldeering.bsky.social here for the rest of an Autumnal #BookWormSat 🍂
Reposted by Chris Perera
“It seems very dark outside.”
“There is a fog, Sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.”
“Season of what?”
“Mists, Sir, and mellow fruitfulness.” ~ The Code of the Woosters (1938), P.G.Wodehouse.
#BookWormSat
[🎨Herbert Roese]
“There is a fog, Sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.”
“Season of what?”
“Mists, Sir, and mellow fruitfulness.” ~ The Code of the Woosters (1938), P.G.Wodehouse.
#BookWormSat
[🎨Herbert Roese]
October 18, 2025 at 9:53 AM
“It seems very dark outside.”
“There is a fog, Sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.”
“Season of what?”
“Mists, Sir, and mellow fruitfulness.” ~ The Code of the Woosters (1938), P.G.Wodehouse.
#BookWormSat
[🎨Herbert Roese]
“There is a fog, Sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.”
“Season of what?”
“Mists, Sir, and mellow fruitfulness.” ~ The Code of the Woosters (1938), P.G.Wodehouse.
#BookWormSat
[🎨Herbert Roese]
Reposted by Chris Perera
That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.
The October Country
Ray Bradbury
1955
#BookWormSat 🍂
🖼️ Klimt 1901
The October Country
Ray Bradbury
1955
#BookWormSat 🍂
🖼️ Klimt 1901
October 18, 2025 at 5:40 AM
That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.
The October Country
Ray Bradbury
1955
#BookWormSat 🍂
🖼️ Klimt 1901
The October Country
Ray Bradbury
1955
#BookWormSat 🍂
🖼️ Klimt 1901
Reposted by Chris Perera
'We stand among the fallen leaves
In our own autumn day--
And, tott'ring on with feeble steps,
Pursue our cheerless way.'
-Caroline Norton
🎨John Atkinson Grimshaw
#BookWormSat
In our own autumn day--
And, tott'ring on with feeble steps,
Pursue our cheerless way.'
-Caroline Norton
🎨John Atkinson Grimshaw
#BookWormSat
October 18, 2025 at 8:26 AM
'We stand among the fallen leaves
In our own autumn day--
And, tott'ring on with feeble steps,
Pursue our cheerless way.'
-Caroline Norton
🎨John Atkinson Grimshaw
#BookWormSat
In our own autumn day--
And, tott'ring on with feeble steps,
Pursue our cheerless way.'
-Caroline Norton
🎨John Atkinson Grimshaw
#BookWormSat
Reposted by Chris Perera
"I love autumn. It’s so much richer than spring."
And suddenly one of those moments of intense happiness came to her—a sense of the loveliness of the world—of her own intense enjoyment of that world....“I shall never be as happy again as I am now—never.”
-The Hollow
#AgathaChristie
#BookWormSat
And suddenly one of those moments of intense happiness came to her—a sense of the loveliness of the world—of her own intense enjoyment of that world....“I shall never be as happy again as I am now—never.”
-The Hollow
#AgathaChristie
#BookWormSat
October 18, 2025 at 4:05 AM
"I love autumn. It’s so much richer than spring."
And suddenly one of those moments of intense happiness came to her—a sense of the loveliness of the world—of her own intense enjoyment of that world....“I shall never be as happy again as I am now—never.”
-The Hollow
#AgathaChristie
#BookWormSat
And suddenly one of those moments of intense happiness came to her—a sense of the loveliness of the world—of her own intense enjoyment of that world....“I shall never be as happy again as I am now—never.”
-The Hollow
#AgathaChristie
#BookWormSat
Reposted by Chris Perera
'...autumn charms my melancholy mind.'
-Elizabeth Drew Stoddard
@signemaene.com welcomes you to today's #BookWormSat
🎨John Atkinson Grimshaw
-Elizabeth Drew Stoddard
@signemaene.com welcomes you to today's #BookWormSat
🎨John Atkinson Grimshaw
October 18, 2025 at 8:17 AM
'...autumn charms my melancholy mind.'
-Elizabeth Drew Stoddard
@signemaene.com welcomes you to today's #BookWormSat
🎨John Atkinson Grimshaw
-Elizabeth Drew Stoddard
@signemaene.com welcomes you to today's #BookWormSat
🎨John Atkinson Grimshaw
Don't talk to me of solemn days
In autumn's time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.
Why, it's the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!
🖊 Paul Laurence Dunbar
#BookWormSat
#BookChatWeekly
🎨 Arthur Rackham
In autumn's time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.
Why, it's the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!
🖊 Paul Laurence Dunbar
#BookWormSat
#BookChatWeekly
🎨 Arthur Rackham
October 18, 2025 at 6:55 AM
Don't talk to me of solemn days
In autumn's time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.
Why, it's the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!
🖊 Paul Laurence Dunbar
#BookWormSat
#BookChatWeekly
🎨 Arthur Rackham
In autumn's time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.
Why, it's the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!
🖊 Paul Laurence Dunbar
#BookWormSat
#BookChatWeekly
🎨 Arthur Rackham
Reposted by Chris Perera
'Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.'
-Emily Brontë
Tomorrow #BookWormSat celebrates autumn! Join us! 🍂
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.'
-Emily Brontë
Tomorrow #BookWormSat celebrates autumn! Join us! 🍂
October 17, 2025 at 8:30 AM
'Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.'
-Emily Brontë
Tomorrow #BookWormSat celebrates autumn! Join us! 🍂
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.'
-Emily Brontë
Tomorrow #BookWormSat celebrates autumn! Join us! 🍂
Reposted by Chris Perera
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head.
Shirley Jackson, The Lottery
#BookWormSat
Shirley Jackson, The Lottery
#BookWormSat
October 11, 2025 at 11:54 AM
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head.
Shirley Jackson, The Lottery
#BookWormSat
Shirley Jackson, The Lottery
#BookWormSat