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Tristan Moss
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Poetry, Art, Politics and Pedagogy
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‘I never wanted to sing into a vacuum’: Scottish folk pioneer Dick Gaughan’s fight for his lost music
A skilled interpreter and social justice champion, Gaughan is a hero to the likes of Richard Hawley and Billy Bragg. Yet much of his work has been stuck in limbo for decades – until a determined fan s...
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November 19, 2025 at 9:18 PM
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To laugh is to live profoundly.

Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting (1979)
November 19, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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🖼️ Franz Marc
Two foxes, green foliage, star, sun? Painting, cubist, abstract style.
November 18, 2025 at 5:12 AM
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There will come a day when people will send their children away to a place where they can only learn from paper books and write by hand.
November 17, 2025 at 11:53 PM
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Something lovely to start the week! 🐙🏺❤️

Ancient clay pots with octopus decoration, made by artisans from Bronze Age Crete some 3,500 years ago!

Heraklion Archaeological Museum 📷 by me

#Archaeology
My photo collage shows four pottery vessels, all a creamy yellow in colour, with black painted decoration depicting underwater sea-life featuring lively stylised octopuses with writhing tentacles (arms), All on display at Heraklion Archaeological Museum, Crete. Top L - Minoan pithoid storage jar decorated in the “Marine Style” with wide-eyes octopus, argonauts, rocks, and coral. Rounded top tapering down to a narrower base. Short cyclindrical neck flaring out at the mouth with black wavy decoration reminiscent of waves. Loop handles attached to the shoulders of the body. Height 55 cm. From Zakros. 1500-1450 BC Top R - Minoan flask with a rounded body, short cyclindrical neck which flares at the rim, and two small curved handles attached between the top of the spout and the shoulders of the body. Decorated in “Marine Style” which depicts an almost cartoon-like octopus with wide eyes and sucker-lined tentacles which writhe around the vase. Other decorative sea-motifs include sea urchins, seaweed and rocks. Height 27cm. From Palaikastro, 1500-1450 BC Bottom L - alabastron, broad at the base, swelling outwards into a fuller belly before narrowing near the top with a very short cyclindrical neck and a wider flat rimmed mouth. Decorated in “Marine Style” with a wide-eyed octopus among rocks. From Knossos Little Palace, 1450-1370 BC Bottom R - krater with rounded body narrowing at the bottom towards the foot. Wide flaring mouth and rim with black painted wavy decoration, and two sturdy handles attached on each side between the top of the mouth and shoulders of the vessel. Decorated with a central very stylised wide-eyed octopus whose tentacles loop up and down around the body of the pot, 1370-1300 BC
November 17, 2025 at 11:04 AM
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Myrtle Pizzey, a contemporary artist and printmaker from Somerset, UK #WomensArt
Print featuring with images looking down on a basket full of different shaped and sized gourds in yellows greens and orange colours
November 16, 2025 at 6:56 AM
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The poet, a magician of insecurity, can have only adopted satisfactions. A cinder never quite burned out.

-René Char
(tr. Jackson Mathews)
November 15, 2025 at 4:46 PM
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Medieval palindrome: In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni: we go in a circle at night and are consumed by fire.
November 14, 2025 at 4:01 PM
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Humour is also a way of saying something serious.

T. S. Eliot
November 14, 2025 at 12:42 PM
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David Smith / Don Quixote, 1952
November 13, 2025 at 3:50 PM
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A really admirable survivor. I think the Snake was 2 when we met! George Simmers is a most encouraging editor. Do send work for this issue!
November 13, 2025 at 8:49 PM
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snakeskinpoetry.co.uk is celebrating its 30-year anniversary in Dec. Submit a poem. George (Editor) wants to celebrate poets he's published and new ones. @matthewepaul.bsky.social @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social @roguestrands.bsky.social @lauramckee.bsky.social @matriches.bsky.social
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November 13, 2025 at 10:11 AM
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November 12, 2025 at 10:53 PM
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Laura McKee he looks like he could be playing harmonica or saying a prayer in a whisper or inside his head instead he is holding his own hand to feel he is not alone breathing out slow into his palms long silent notes Cover of Prole issue 22 happy old guy with wild hair. Laura McKee strip this was her kink public exhibitionism oh the humiliation and the lovely horse though she always said bestiality was a hard limit he got off on control her husband not the horse you know dominance laced with sadism barely concealed tyranny he was fond of slapping cruel taxes on townsfolk she liked them to look at her while feeling unworthy of looking at her as their benevolent goddess she said she would stop the taxes he said he would stop the taxes if she would ride for him naked on her horse through town the people were told not to be so bold as to look to lower their eyes as she did her long hair convenient cover for heightened colour nipples as hard as taxes as proud as new horseshoe nails Cover of Prole Issue 25 Man with cigarette side of mouth reading newspaper.
November 6, 2025 at 9:56 AM
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Woch.ing ei kat.ər.pil.ər muuv laik dam. Dhis kud hav ben səm.thing sou stuup.id in.sted, laik ei poust.ər or an N.Y.T. rə.port.ər. It lifts its frənt legz for ei moum.ənt bə.for pleis.ing dhem on ei bleid əv gras. It kros.iz ouv.ər ei liif. Suun it pas.iz aut əv vyuu.
November 11, 2025 at 5:44 PM
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November 6, 2025 at 1:43 PM
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(2020)
September 13, 2025 at 9:53 AM
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A map of the fallen rain
written in your mind
November 7, 2025 at 6:14 AM
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Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

T. S. Eliot
November 11, 2025 at 1:10 PM
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Am I nurturing the poem or am I killing the poem.
November 11, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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My daughter just told me that November was called November because there was "no ember" left in the sun. She made it up, but what a beautiful idea.
November 10, 2025 at 1:30 PM
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Hi all!
I wrote another book... "All the tales a spy might tell." This time it's a hybrid poetry pamphlet and 1950s SciFi Spy story with cosmic horror overtones... [1/3]
A bark blue book entitled "All the tales a spy might tell" with faux battered cover... One page from a poem spread across two pages. The poem is called "Roland's Gambit" and consists of an introductory quatrain: He stalls upon the stairs, these rear and damp and peeling paint, the seldom travelled access Stairs, he's had such thoughts as lead him here, but much now fails to fall out clear, because An arrow points to a large opening brace, inside which are more quatrains. Giving the impression of the start of process to be concluded on the next page (not shown...) All the merry things which do not happen That one small suburb, of the capital declares independence turns back an expeditionary force by force of firm parking regulations two boy scouts and a good stout stick. Cigarette cards showing deeply unlikely things footballers who don't exist cars which never reached production films not made in this universe. That one day in childhood when Mother buys chocolate of a brand never seen before or since and which you loved and she denies was ever real. The thing about the things which do not happen is they usually are as boring as the ones which did. What is it to you, if, under rigorous conditions and thorough shuffling of the deck Part of a two page poem entitled "Side effects". The poem is presented as a 5x5 table with white, grey and black cells, text can be read from cell to cell in any direction, giving the impression of confused and disjointed thought processes. It is not possible to describe the intricate 2D arrangement that makes connections between text in adjoining cells here, but a couple of illustrative cells are: "pretend nothing to say pretend you know nothing pretend you do not understand pretend you are pretend there are" and to the right of that: "you read reports a doctor's reports who doctors the doctor's reports doctors' studies (a skeleton) birds singing" Such that the last two lines can optionally be read across from cell to cell, and other lines do not grammatically read across, but hold related meanings so they comment on each other...
November 10, 2025 at 12:47 PM
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"Evidence-Based Falls Management".

#poem #poetry #skypoets #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
November 9, 2025 at 6:05 PM
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Curtains

Photo by Martin Peters.
November 9, 2025 at 11:21 AM
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Three fab poems from GB Clarkson on the ever original Anthropocene.
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3 poems by GB Clarkson
CulpologyI am interested in your excuses.I’d like to snaffle at least one, from man-oeuvres, fidgeting, damp, in your basket;keep it alive, immured in my cloister-kitchen, feed it on dogfood, befriend...
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November 9, 2025 at 10:44 AM