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Joanne @inanna76.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

@sardonicus.eu Can you send me that salaciously rude RPG game? You won't play with me so a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do. That's if you're still alive. I've not been haunted recently so imagine you're alive if not kicking.

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Sardonicus @sardonicus.eu · 05/09/2026

Goodnight. “Green Willow and other Japanese Fairy Tales” by Grace James 1910. Illustrations by Warwick Goble. archive.org/details/gree...

artwork depicts anthropomorphic mice dressed in traditional kimonos looking up at a towering, misty mountain spirit or giant

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Hermetic Library @hermetic.com · 05/09/2026

"Hail unto thee who art Khephra in Thy hiding, even unto Thee who art Khephra in Thy silence, who travellest over the heavens in Thy bark at the Midnight Hour of the Sun." hermetic.com/crowley/libe...

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

They called us Pylon People, Pylon Pilgrims. We called ourselves Children of The Hum. They called the transmission towers we marched to 'totems'. We didn't. What nonsense. We called them temporary temples, guardians of the electric ley of the land. – Signal-catcher Rose #VOH

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Paul Robichaud 🪨🐐 @pjrobichaud.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

‘“Afraid?” murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. “Afraid! Of HIM? O, never, never! And yet — and yet — O, Mole, I am afraid!”’— Kenneth Grahame, ‘The Wind in the Willows’ (1908) #BookWormSat 🎨 Arthur Rackham, ‘The Piper at the Gates of Dawn’ (1939)

The Piper stares at us while holding his pipes, a baby otter between his hoofs.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

Today's answer to the question what is Hookland?

What is Hookland?

Hookland is England as seen from the ghost train.

It is a fierce refusal to let psychogeographers tell you that when you talk about spirits of place you can’t really believe in them. It is all the books you borrowed time and time again from the library as a child – encyclopaedias of horror films, Usborne’s Worlds of the Unknown UFOs and Charles Berlitz’s The Bermuda Triangle.

It is walking home through the woods in November mist and feeling that the place has monsters, not the sort they made into Aurora model kits, but old, nameless things that are fed by the fear you’ve had of this place since that murder a few years back. It is the terror of living in a haunted landscape. It is the delight of living in a profoundly haunted landscape. Hookland is the place that you can almost allow yourself to believe in magic again before realising it is a territory you already inhabit. Shared space where all the broken memories of childhood are resuscitated and walking alongside you.

It is knowing the names of Soviet spacemen orbiting above and feeling the youthful power if recognising which mushrooms are poisonous. It is sneaking into fields to release crows from cruel traps and thinking up mad schemes to raise money to buy fireworks when the air becomes rich with the intoxicating smell of bonfires. It’s being more scared by gaudy movie posters for films that you haven’t ever seen than being afraid of the things your parents constantly warn you about.

It is knowing that everywhere is layers of story, layers of memory and realising you may be the ghost of someone else’s future.

It is a French radio station on AM, full of songs you hear and instantly love, but will spend the rest of your life trying to remember what the title was, which band it was.

On its jagged rocks, its snaring brambles, fragments of ripped cloth that you know are clues to something you have forgotten. Something important you cannot unlock.

It is home.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

We have entered that blurred border between summer and autumn where bees seem to intensify their efforts as prophecy of coming cold. A honeyed period between regret and hope where the witch makes rich harvest of cures for winter, the sadness of the passing year. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

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Lindsay @lindsayhere.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

Happy Tuesday, Hippies "In the Orchard," 1912 Franz Dvorak, 1862–1927

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Joanne @inanna76.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

I'm moving mountains to get there and get my copy signed ☺️

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Gary Buckley @garybuckley.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

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PortfolioCarmel @portfoliocarmel.bsky.social · 12/07/2025

When you possess light within, you see it externally. ~ Anaïs Nin Albrecht Dürer

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Joanne @inanna76.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

I'm ok with all the ghosts except the creepy kid with a balloon.

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Cor Wijtman @corwijt48.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

. Saturday No more searching .

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Cor Wijtman @corwijt48.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

. Monday I am still not finished .

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Nicola Kaye 🤍🖤✨ @coxy77.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

Aahh load bearing books. Nice try Angel! 😇 (not first editions, these, obviously)

Picture of books stacked on a shelf with words written on side facing outwards. These books are here for an essential structural purpose. They are not for sale.

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womensartbluesky.bsky.social @womensartbluesky.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

Heidi Fehrenbacher, contemporary ceramics artists #WomensArt

Ceramic pot with stylised sun with face motif in blue against a red and white background

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SimzArt @simzart.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

They're Here. 🔥

A character wearing a witch hat surrounded by ghost cats made of fire. in front of the character there are vials, pots and cauldrons, in the background there is a library and a desk with a pc.

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Sardonicus @sardonicus.eu · 31/08/2026

Leonor Fini, Metamorphosis of a Woman, 1987. www.sothebys.com/en/buy/aucti...

Features ethereal, translucent skeletal figures and metamorphic female forms against a deep blue backdrop, accented with rich textured patterns and gold leaf-like details.

our distinct vertical panels depicting stylized female figures against a pale turquoise background with floral elements.

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Joanne @inanna76.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

I wrote this while being mansplained to on the phone.

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Cor Wijtman @corwijt48.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

. Sunday's sorrow .

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

There are ambulatories in Weychester cathedral where you can hear rapid, disembodied footfall as phantoms race to evensong. A rushing of temporal shades told in a wake of swirling dust motes, the occasional mumble of excuse me. A politeness of ghosts. – #CJosiffe, 1982 #Ghosts

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Paul Robichaud 🪨🐐 @pjrobichaud.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

It’s still Lake Ontario, as it has been for over 400 years.

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Joanne @inanna76.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

Getting serious in the village. I'm going.

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Hermetic Library @hermetic.com · 31/08/2026

Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!

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H e t e r o t o p ia @artsofexistence.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

The cat comes into the room. I put the cat out. The cat comes in again. ― Robert Frost, The Cat #Poetry (Frost used this in his teaching) #Sculpture Alberto Giacometti

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The Wolf @bswolfie.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

From the archive Portrait Study Charcoal on paper - 1983

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Rose Ruane @regretteruane.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

Painting created by Mavis Gensler c.1969, in the art therapy department at Netherne hospital, where she was compelled to live. Eyes appear as a motif in all her surviving works, which are otherwise abstract, featuring circles, spirals & webs. No biographical information is currently known to us