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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 07/12/2025

Hope everybody has a good week! 🕊️☃️❄️🌨️✨

JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 06/12/2025

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate - 'Tis threaded in the Air - And though it do not wear As if it never Tore 'Tis very comfortable indeed And specious as before - ~F1468A, Emily Dickinson Archive [White pelicans - Pelecanus erythrorhynchos]

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 05/12/2025

Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winters' rages Thou thy worldly task hast done Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages Golden lads and girls all must Chimney-sweepers, come to dust. ~Loreena McKennitt's adaptation from <Cymbeline> Act IV.ii.258ff www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Xhm...

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 04/12/2025

The farthest thunder that I heard is but the Gleam concomitant of that waylaying Light - ~F1665D, Emily Dickinson Archive

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 04/12/2025

In other Motes, Of other Myths Your requisition be. The Prism never held the Hues, It only heard them play - ~F1664A, Emily Dickinson Archive

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 02/12/2025

Eternity is in love with the productions of time. ~Blake

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 02/12/2025

Take Your Heaven further on - This - to Heaven divine Has gone - Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e'en You had seen An Eternity - put on - . . . To the Skies - apologize - Nearer to Your Courtesies Than this Sufferer polite - Dressed to meet You - See - in White! ~from F672A, Emily Dickinson

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 02/12/2025

2 Dec. 1839 One moment of serene and confident life is more glorious than a whole campaign of daring. We should be ready for all issues, not daring to die but daring to live. To the brave even danger is an ally. In their unconscious daily life all are braver than they know. ~Thoreau’s <Journal>

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 01/12/2025

Some Christmas cards from seasons past.

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 01/12/2025

Hope everyone has a nice week! :)❄️☃️🐦🐿️❄️ A nice welcome to December, with new-fallen snow, it reminds of a clean slate. I've never seen so many cardinals, it's a birdie-party, with blue jays, juncos, chickadees, finches, sparrows, and squirrels join the festivities, extra birdseed for everyone.

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 29/11/2025

<Black Narcissus> from 1947, directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger. Produced by their company, The Archers, distributed by General Film Distributors. Technicolor. Two Academy Awards, for Best Color Cinematography (Jack Cardiff) and Best Color Art Direction (Alfred Junge).

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Black Narcissus

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 29/11/2025

29 November, 1850 As you advance, the trees come out of the mist, and take form before your eyes. You are reminded of your dreams. Life looks like a dream. You are prepared to see visions. ~Thoreau's <Journal>

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 28/11/2025

The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it. ~from <Walden>, Thoreau

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 28/11/2025

A still - Volcano - Life - That flickered in the night - When it was dark enough to show Without endangering sight - ~from F517A, Emily Dickinson Archive

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 28/11/2025

A delightful classic of Spanish cinema, <¡Bienvenido, Mister Marshall!>. Interesting stories behind the creation of this film released in Spain in 1953 and the US in 1993.🎬🎭🇪🇸 www.youtube.com/watch?v=saSr...

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Bienvenido Mister Marshall (1952) Completa

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 27/11/2025

When the first chickens were no more than peeping balls of fluff, I cut up a stack of cheapie romance paperbacks & used the shreds for bedding (minus the glossy covers). Eventually the paper scraps went into the garden, & sometimes, hoeing & planting, I'll upturn cryptic snaps of dirty romance.

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 27/11/2025

Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners ~<Othello> I.iii.678-9 🎭🎬 www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LYu...

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Othello (1951)

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 26/11/2025

I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite, —only a sense of existence. ~Thoreau letter to H.G.O. Blake, 6 December 1856

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 26/11/2025

In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law (Ham. III.iii.2339ff) www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vIr...

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Hamlet (1996)

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

Hope everyone has a nice week! 🍁🐦🐇🍂🐿️🪾Read the Norton <The Golden Age of Spanish Drama>, great. Siglo Oro dramas, very good. 'La vida es sueña' / 'Life is a Dream' by Calderón de la Barca, was my favorite and might paint a scene from the story. Moving on from these two paintings; studies, as it were.

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 17/11/2025

Hope everyone has a nice week! :D🍁🍂🍁🍂

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

We like a Hairbreadth 'scape It tingles in the Mind Far after Act or Accident Like paragraphs of Wind If I had ventured less The Breeze were not so fine That reaches to our utmost Hair Its Resonance divine. ~F1247A, Emily Dickinson Archive

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

16 November, 1850 My Journal should be the record of my love. I would write in it only of the things I love, my affection for any aspect of the world, what I love to think of . . . I feel ripe for something, yet do nothing, can't discover what that thing is. ~from Thoreau's <Journal>

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

Some of our richest days are those in which no sun shines outwardly, but so much the more a sun shines inwardly. I love nature, I love the landscape, because it is so sincere. It never cheats me. It never jests. It is cheerfully, musically earnest. I lie and relie on the earth. ~Thoreau, <Journal>

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

Notwithstanding a sense of unworthiness which possesses me, not without reason, notwithstanding that I regard myself as a good deal of a scamp, yet for the most part the spirit of the universe is unaccountably kind to me, and I enjoy perhaps an unusual share of happiness. ~Thoreau's <Journal>

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

y de rodillas pude ver brotar un árbol de alfabetos en láminas imborrables, (cuando no hay bondad, hay consecuencias). and on my knees I could see a tree of alphabets sprout in indelible sheets, (when there is no kindness, there are consequences). ~Ivonne Gordon, end of 'Hubo insensatos silencios'

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

entre las cosas que se hacían y se deshacían en cadenas de herencia entre los contornos de las raíces, among the things that were made and unmade in chains of inheritance between the contours of the roots, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

que mi vida sería sin zapatos, que tendría raíces arrugadas, y el árbol de leche sin tubérculos sería mi tesoro that my life would be without shoes, that I would have wrinkled roots, and the milk tree without tubers would be my treasure ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

entre dos mundos, dos culturas, dos preguntas como jinete en el aire de sangre seca, y descubrí between two worlds, two cultures, two questions, like a rider in the air of dried blood, and I discovered ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

en el escondrijo de una bandada de cangrejos azules descubrí que había nacido entre dos memorias, in the hiding place of a flock of blue crabs. I discovered that I was born between two memories, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

Repasé cómo tocar con la lengua a la salamandra domesticada, y fui acariciando el musgo I rehearsed how to touch with my tongue the domesticated salamander, and I caressed the moss ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

se convirtió en un ritual diario donde la paz ocupa el espacio primario y crece la bondad sin palabras en el lenguaje eterno. it became a daily ritual where peace occupies the primary space and kindness grows wordlessly in the eternal language. ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

aprendí a callar en las manos misteriosas de lo eterno, aprendí a deshilar e hilar al mismo tiempo, y sin darme cuenta I learned to be silent in the mysterious hands of eternity, I learned to unravel and spin at the same time, and without realizing it, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

Sin querer, sin desear me fui ocultando y aprendí a callar en la arcilla de los husos, Unwittingly, without wanting to, I began to hide, and I learned to be silent in the clay of the spindles, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

(empecé a exiliarme en el lenguaje de lo eterno). (I began to exile myself in the language of the eternal). ~Ivonne Gordon, 'There were senseless silences' from her book <An Intimate Inventory of Things>. Born in Quito (Ecuador), she is a poet, essayist, literary critic, translator, and professor.

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

los salvavidas se alejaron de la lengua del gran pez, y hubo muchos, pero muchos insensatos silencios, the life preservers moved away from the tongue of the great fish, and there were many, many senseless silences, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

y todo se deshizo en una fiebre de hormigas, todos los armarios se desbarataron, las bujías sólo brillaban en la oscuridad subterránea, and everything dissolved in a fever of ants, all the closets fell apart, the candles only shone in the subterranean darkness, ~Ivonne Gordon, con't

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

la codicia de los acreedores borró mi tierra, y me ahogué en el sonido del llanto, las avispas volaron sin miedo, the greed of the creditors erased my land, and I drowned in the sound of weeping, the wasps flew without fear, ~Ivonne Gordon, from 'Hubo insensatos silencios'

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

la guerra destruyó la patria de mis abuelos, de mis bisabuelos, tanta tortura pactada en la historia, the war destroyed the homeland of my grandparents, of my great-grandparents, so much torture agreed upon in history, ~Ivonne Gordon, from 'Hubo insensatos silencios'

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

huir es otra forma de alimentarse de tiempo, de disfrazar la desventura, viajo en un tren sin andén de refuerzo, fleeing is another way of feeding on time, of disguising misfortune, I travel on a train without a backup platform, ~Ivonne Gordon from 'Hubo insensatos silencios'

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JTShaffer-Author @jtshaffer-author.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

November 13, 1857 See the sun rise or set if possible each day. Let that be your pill. How speedily the night comes on now! There is some duskiness in the afternoon light before you are aware of it, the cows have gathered about the bars, waiting to be let out [. . . .] ~from Thoreau's <Journal>

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