A menagerie in the margins Free Library of Philadelphia Lewis E 102 https://bit.ly/3eWsiHb




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A menagerie in the margins Free Library of Philadelphia Lewis E 102 https://bit.ly/3eWsiHb
Mira Calligraphiae Monumenta – Joris Hoefnagel, Flemish illustrator, 16th century
The Deposition - Collage of fragments from the Missals of Pope Clement VII Italy, Rome, 1523-1534. Jacopo del Giallo and Vincent Raymond de Lodève.
Alban Berg’s autographed musical quotation from Lulu dedicated to Dr. Alfred Kalmis, his lifelong publisher, dated 1935.
Posting a bit for feedback.
I was thinking about putting a manuscript on here to see what people would think about the book that has been collecting dust within the confines of the mind.
So, there would be the chance that perhaps, the damn thing could be finished, and put out to others who might like the premise, the lessons, and the effort that went into the whole novel.
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White morning, plants growing, we are two small dark figures, just a different set of shapes casting smaller shadows than the other species, but will we still steal the grass' light or just grind it beneath bare feet. We practice making the sounds of the river. Can we contain them all? If we move our tongues slow enough, but not slow as to sound like the leaves or rose petals dropping on the stems -- they fall from sickness, so we let their last words be their own. Now we are in the river moving holy water with our hands. Now we are in the riving moving, holy. With water on our hands, now we are. In the rivier we are moving holy water, and our hands move, as in dreams, and water's striders waltz above them, tiny insect christs, who stare with us, breathless, at the wild iris in the field.
Georgian Manuscript, Jrutchi I Gospels (X century)
if you don't think georgian orthography is cool you can leave