Dirk Puehl
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Dirk Puehl
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Pale student of #unhallowedarts, Wundertier-Trainer, Mother of #WyrdWednesday and until 6 January teller of #yulefolklore tales.

And for those of you who feel artsy or litsy in general - find my blog here:

https://wunderkammertales.blogspot.com/
“Some people
Would cross the Hakone Pass
Even though the morning snow.

(Basho)

🎨 Kawase Hasu
December 9, 2025 at 11:14 AM
Music hath not only charms to soothe savage breasts, as Mr William Congreve famously lets us know, but is also a time-honoured way to communicate with household spirits out and about in the darkest time of the year.

We meet such a one in our 10th #yulefolklore tale in Sweden ⬇️

🎨 John Bauer
December 9, 2025 at 6:00 AM
"... graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art."

(William Shakespeare "The Tempest", ill. Edmund Dulac, New York, 1915)
December 8, 2025 at 2:00 PM
“The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.”
 
(Emily Brontë)

🎨 Dandrey
 
#owlishmonday
December 8, 2025 at 11:45 AM
The end of the year is a liminal time and the believe of witches abroad doing mischief is almost universal across Northern Europe in December.

We meet one in our 9th #yulefolklore tale in the Bavarian Alps – and, of course, she’s up to no good!

Read it following the link below.

🎨 Maéna Paillet
December 8, 2025 at 6:18 AM
"Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told."

("The Songs and Sonnets of William Shakespeare", ill. Charles Robinson, London, 1915)

#ShakespeareSunday
December 7, 2025 at 2:00 PM
Our 8th #yulefolklore tale take us to Catalonia and Tió de Nadal, logs you care for with food and blankets until Christmas Eve, when you beat them with sticks to make the Tió defecate gifts.

But some logs are plain evil.

Read the story of the Tió Malèvol in the link below.

🎨 Lluïsa Vidal
December 7, 2025 at 6:13 AM
"What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.”

(Washington Irving)

#bookwormsat
December 6, 2025 at 2:00 PM
Hugh Thomson’s take on Surveyor Pue metaphorically handing the novel’s plot, along with scarlet letter “A” itself, to his descendant in office of the Salem customs house, was taken from the 1920 edition here, with 30 more of Thomson’s beautiful colour plates.

archive.org/details/20sc...
December 6, 2025 at 10:50 AM
“Nothing, if I rightly call to mind, was left of my respected predecessor, save an imperfect skeleton, and some fragments of apparel, and a wig of majestic frizzle ; which, unlike the head that it once adorned, was in very satisfactory preservation”

(Nathaniel Hawthorne)

#bookwormsat
December 6, 2025 at 10:50 AM
Our 7th #yulefolklore tale takes us back to France today on St Nicholas Day and we’ll meet one of his ghastly companions who whip up the tension of the saint’s annual visit.

This one does it literally though, what with his cruel backstory.

Read it, following the link below!
December 6, 2025 at 6:07 AM
I totally forgot how close we all are, date-wise - Happy birthday, dear, despite of it all - and feel better soon, eh?

The seal cat watches over you!
December 5, 2025 at 9:24 PM
They “appear at Christmas-Time not by themselves, but in attendance on the real gift-giver...: while these dole out their favours, those come on with rod and sack, threatening to thrash disobedient children, to throw them into the water, to puff their eyes out.”

(Grimm)

🎨 André Ducci
December 5, 2025 at 6:41 PM
“I saw the Stone Rider turn in his saddle and look back as we raced after him; and a flash of flame seemed to shoot out from between the helmet-bars. ”

(Louis Creswicke "A Gruesome Wooer”, The Ludgate Magazine, London 1897)

🎨 John H. Bacon

#PhantomsFriday
December 5, 2025 at 3:30 PM
“No,” said Lizzie, “No, no, no;
Their offers should not charm us,
Their evil gifts would harm us.”

Christina Rossetti was born #otd 1830 and her “Goblin Market” tells the cautionary tale of forbidden fruit coming as gifts. At first.

Wrapped up here for #FolkyFriday

🎨 Arthur Rackham
December 5, 2025 at 10:55 AM
What? A cat seal?

I mean...
December 5, 2025 at 10:17 AM
I'm turning all lobster-red here! C'est trop d'honneur, really!

Thank you so much for your kind words - and - promise - I'll share something properly gift-related later today!
December 5, 2025 at 10:14 AM
It’s the night many outside of the German-speaking countries came to call #Krampusnacht these days and thus, our 6th #yulefolklore tale takes us to the Alemannian South to witness something older than 19th century postcards.

We’ll witness something they call Klausentreiben. 👹⬇️

🎨 hellyxir
December 5, 2025 at 6:48 AM
"I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven."

(Emily Dickinson)

🎨 Rovina Kai

#bookologythursday #bookchatweekly
December 4, 2025 at 5:04 PM
I just might have a little story for you then :-)

🎨 justinonealart
December 4, 2025 at 3:05 PM
“Holle-peter, as well as Hersche, Harsche, Hescheklas, Euprecht, Eupper…, is among the names given to the muffled servitor who goes about in Holle's train at the time of the winter solstice”

(Grimm)

🎨 Valin Mattheis

#FolkloreThursday
December 4, 2025 at 2:38 PM
“We’ll spread this cloak with proper art,
Then through the air direct our courses.
But only, on so bold a flight,
Be sure to have thy luggage light.”
 
(Goethe)
 
#bookologythursday #bookchatweekly
 
🎨 Eugène Delacroix
December 4, 2025 at 10:11 AM
Still... great storytelling material!

🎨 Theodor Kittelsen
December 4, 2025 at 6:04 AM
It’s St Barbara’s Day and there’s the old custom of bringing a twig of a fruit-bearing tree home today and setting it into water. It might bloom on Christmas Day and that means very good fortune.

Or not.

As our 5th #yulefolklore story from the Bavarian Alps shows us.

Read it in the link below.
December 4, 2025 at 5:36 AM
You asked for it!
December 3, 2025 at 6:43 PM