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In der 22. Historie des Eulenspiegelbuches von Hermann Bote (um 1450 bis 1520) wird berichtet, dass Till als Turmbläser in den Diensten des Grafen von Anhalt stand. Er ist still wenn Feinde kommen und ruft lauthals "Feindio!" ohne drohende Gefahr. So erschleicht er sich eine Mahlzeit an der fürstlich gedeckten Tafel.
Eulenspiegel's name translates to "owl mirror", and the frontispiece of the 1515 chapbook, as well as his alleged tombstone in Mölln, Schleswig-Holstein, display the name in rebus writing by an owl and a hand mirror. There is a suggestion that the name is in fact a veiled pun on a Low German phrase translating to "wipe-arse".
In the 22nd history of the Eulenspiegel book by Hermann Bote (around 1450 to 1520) it is reported that Till was in the service of Count von Anhalt as a tower blower. He is silent when enemies come and shouts "Enemy!" without imminent danger. So he sneaks a meal at the princely set table.
(Wikipedia)
This is my character design for Mother Bunch, who has many old oral English folk tales attributed to her. But some (if not all) scholars doubt her actual existence. How appropriate is that for a fairytale author! She apparently is a repository of old (in some cases medieval) fairytales and other folklore. I am using her as a character in the illustrated story I am writing. I will probably do about 200 images of her face to curate a small collection to use to generate a Lora. Then I'll be able to generate her face from all angles and with all her expressions. Finally I will be able to inpaint her face in the clothes she might have worne in the early 17th century in England. (Ignore the clothes she is wearing now.) And in my story she will be found in her typical evironment. She owned an alehouse it is said. Perfect place because other characters can be found there, including a character selling chapbooks. I found a description of her in a collection of stories in an old reconstructed chapbook. attributed to her. The picture of her that I designed and generated shows her typical state of mind. She loved jests and one chapbook attributed to her is a collection of jests and little stories about life in 1604 in rural England. Fantastic find in my research!
Bruce Trail in Hockley Valley. I used this photo on the cover of a desktop published poetry chapbook years ago.
Legacy digital photo.
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I don't remember how to write poetry anymore. I've not written a line, verse, or stanza in nearly 15 years.
I do write a lot, of course. If you follow me for even the shortest of whiles, you've seen this. But it's writing, not poetry. Not exactly.
Ideally, I'd like to publish a book of photography & poems/poetry together. No idea if anyone wants that, but I do, and I suppose that's nearly all that should matter here. (It isn't, but that's fine too.)
The last poetry book I published (are we still calling them chapbooks for some reason?) was exhausting. The writing was, I mean. Reading it was too, but that was the point.
I gathered all of my words and made them as inaccessible as possible. And then I was finished. Truly finished, maybe.
Straying into rhyming and actual meter isn't something I'll do, so it's that vague other thing - writing thoughts with oddly-placed line breaks and spaces denoting something something and calling it a day.
That. That's what I haven't been able to do.
Also, I won't write poetry about writing. It's my own personal Rubicon/Vietnam.
But we'll see.
Nobody asked, so it's potentially happening.
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'A Haunt of Fears'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: Kentmere 100
Process: HC-110B; 6min
Missouri
July 2024
A still from a short animation to accompany the poem Serenade, by Ron Riddell, from his chapbook Songs for Dylan.
Midjourney, Photoshop
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz..."
Allen Ginsberg
Howl was originally a performance piece in 1956. In 1958 a small chapbook was printed by City Light Books and sometime in 1958 I showed up at their store and bought a copy which I still have. When I was 18 I thought this was a great poem...now, maybe an interesting poem. In any case for some reason I thought of it and this little piece showed up.
The title of the book I have been reading is "Household Politics" by Don Herzog, published by Yale University Press in 2013.
Herzog is not a professional historian, his academic specialty is politics.
You might think that my new image is a tranquil scene of early modern England peasant domestic life. But it is actually a design for a scene in video I am creating in the Ravensway series.
Herzog tells us that the early modern household was as unruly, chaotic and occasionally violent as the world we still live in. It is still the same world. It just hasn't changed.
What evidence does he present for the politicized peasant household? Everywhere. From the layout of the thatched cottage to the objects found in it. But what I found most interesting is the cultural evidence he presents. He goes for the bottom drawer, the stuff considered unworthy. He finds out what is going on in the early modern household in jokes, "popular" entertainment (like Shakespearan plays or murderous stories), chapbooks, household manuals, sermons, proclamations, journals, letters and Jonathan Swift whose scatalogical poem never appeared in the anthologies I was assigned in my post graduate English studies.
This was the age when print became cheap enough and distributed widely enough to reach the hands and eyes of the common rural labourer. It was cheap pulp, the equivalent of the dime novel of the 50s. And today, what household do you gain entry to by watching a Hallmark Christmas romance? The movie "Pulp Fiction?" "Barbie?"
So what are my couple in the new image talking about? I think I know. I can hear them talking. I am learning to listen.
A still from a short animation to accompany the poem Serenade, by Ron Riddell, from his chapbook Songs for Dylan.
Midjourney, Photoshop
,Die Christnacht‘ (Christmas Eve) by Ludwig Richter*, Etching, Germany 1854.
Photograph of the artwork on the library shelve, published in:
Damrich, Johannes. Weihnachten in der Malerei. München: Allg. Vereinigung für Christliche Kunst, 1925, 28.
Sign. 5383-D/I/3
*Adrian Ludwig Richter 1803-1884
Often viewed as the last of the German Romantic artists, Richter remained true to the principles of depicting scenes from nature and folklore with a childlike simplicity in his many paintings, engravings and woodcuts. His Christmas scenes often concentrate on the difference between dreams and reality and while a fairytale sense of innocence surrounds many of his idylls (…) it is not hard to detect an awareness of social injustice in his scenes from everyday life in town and country.
Born in Dresden as the son of a copperplate engraver, he traveld extenisvely in his youth.
In 1828, Richter began to work as an instructor at the porcelain works in Meissen. In 1836, he became professor of landscape painting at the Dresden Academy.
Book illustrations include the folk tales and chapbooks of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. In 1848, the publisher Wigand produced an enormously successful Richter-Album comprising the artist’s most popular woodcuts. From 1850 onward, Richter concentrated almost entirely on engravings and woodcuts as illustrations for around 150 volumes and pamphlets.
(Vgl. Murray, Christopher John, Ed. Encyclopedia of the Romantic Era, 1760 - 1850. Volume 2, 945-946. New York, NY [u.a.]: Fitzroy Dearborn, n.d., 2004.)
This cinepoem is a collaboration with Ron Riddell, featuring his poem The Old Path, from his chapbook Palabra Ancestral. It tells of a journey home through the Waitakere Regional Park in West Auckland. The imagery was captured on a Nikon DSLR using triple exposure macro techniques, then enhanced using AI.
The soundtrack music was composed by Mark Lingard.
#29 Navigator (Lost in Translation)
a spread from a origami chapbook created from upcycled papers and drawings
Started as a modification of a Golden Age image into an early modern England image in Nano Banana Pro. Changed the bagpipes for a lute. Took the image into Krita and had Flux refine and alter people and objects. Then had Gemini study the image and come up with an image and style used by my Ravensway project. Refined it in Krita with Flux. Then uploaded the image to Gemini and told it to make a lore for a 17th century chapbook. Changed the text style to 17th century secretary hand script. Made it look less machine generated using the transform warp tool in Krita. Took the torn chapbook page image and the original people dancing image into Kling as first and last images of a video sequence. Instructed to make the illustration dance and then come up of the book to full screen photorealistic people dancing. Loaded the video sequence into Davinci Resolve, adding stills at the beginning and end of the video sequence. Composed the lute music in Suno and added the music in DaVinci. Exported it to youtube specs. It is the human agency that makes this AI artwork, not the machine.
A still from a short animation to accompany the poem Serenade, by Ron Riddell, from his chapbook Songs for Dylan.
Midjourney, Photoshop
I put together this chapbook of drawings I made using code I've written over several years. I've printed and bound a few at home, and mailed several out so far. I'm please with how it turned out. Let me know if you want one!
I have a library of images of the world I am painting. I thought I was telling the story of how cheap chapbooks changed the world. But it is actually people who change the world. Maybe I do not have to tell the story of the transformative power of print in early modern world. It is in my research and now I have a means of accessing it. I realized in looking at my library of images that the story is going to get told anyway. I came to that realization when I asked NotebookLM to do a podcast on literacy in early modern england, beginning with the invention of cheap print during the Tudor years. And there it is, the story I do not have to tell because it is already there:
drive.google.com/file/d/1Rjd0AzMp6XPRgEXKOs3-aEmfnuE-9UZe...
So what does this picture have to do with that story? He is thinking about something he read by the fire that night. A husbandry manual.
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With Mailer's Death, U.S. Loses a Colorful Writer and Character
By David Wiegand
If Norman Mailer, who died Saturday in a New York hospital of acute renal failure, wasn't larger than life, he sure gave it a run for its money.
Perhaps the quintessential American author of our era, Mailer, 84, married six times, fathered eight children, stabbed one of his wives during a booze-fueled party, once ran for mayor of New York City, and carried on feuds with other writers with such bloodlust that the whiny dustup between Donald Trump and Rosie O'Donnell seems like a lovers' tiff.
Scrappy, outspoken and built more like a dockworker than a pen-pusher, Mailer had speech mannerisms that were mesmerizing even if you didn't always grasp what he was talking about. His tone of voice, which evolved from his birth in New Jersey on Jan. 31, 1923, and childhood in Brooklyn, took on a mid-Atlantic accent - American with posh British undertones. For any other writer, it would have been an odd vocal mix, but it seemed to fit Mailer, reflecting at once his pugnacious, rough-and-tumble public persona, his seemingly insatiable intellectual and cultural curiosity, and his erudition. Oh, and perhaps a bit of self-aggrandizement to boot.
Mailer came from average, middle-class stock. His father, Isaac, was an accountant born in South Africa, while his mother, Fanny, owned a housekeeping and nursing employment agency.
After attending public schools in New York, he went to Harvard to study aeronautical engineering. By the time he earned his degree in 1943, he'd already made up his mind to be a writer, but had to put that idea on hold when he was drafted into the Army and shipped to the Philippines.
In many ways, World War II was the best thing that could have happened to the scrappy Brooklynite: He was getting material firsthand that would later form the basis of his first novel, "The Naked and the Dead," written after the war while he was studying in Paris on the GI Bill and published in 1948. The book was a huge critical and commercial success, which may seem like a good thing for a beginning writer, but then the question is always put: What's next? It's not always easy to come up with the answer, and Mailer flailed around at first, with his second book, "Barbary Shore," considered pretty much a bust.
For much of his life, Mailer pursued the concept of the great American novel. Or, perhaps it's better to say it pursued him. The notion seemed to haunt him. Seemingly with each new book, no matter how well reviewed it was, the "big book" remained his version of Gatsby's green light, something always beyond his reach on a far shore.
With F. Scott Fitzgerald having left the world after collapsing to the floor of a Hollywood bungalow and much of Ernest Hemingway's best writing behind him, Mailer seemed the logical choice to inherit the mantle of great American author from the Romulus and Remus of 20th century American letters.
Fitzgerald, a "victim" of early success himself, had once said there were no second acts in American lives, and that often seemed to hold true for Mailer. For every great book he published in his six decades as a writer, there were the head-scratchers and groaners, like his highly self-touted novel "Ancient Evenings," perhaps the biggest failure of his career. But there were also the works that not only further defined Mailer's singular gift, but also defined us as a nation and a culture.
Mailer gravitated toward the nascent beat culture of the '50s, writing commentary pieces for the Village Voice, cozying up to writers like Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg, and offering the essay "The White Negro: Superficial Reflections of a Young Hipster," which looked to African American culture as the foundation for the counterculture in general.
San Francisco author Herbert Gold ("Fathers," "Haiti: Best Nightmare on Earth") remembers Mailer from those days.
"I knew him during the time of the late '50s in New York, when he was writing 'Advertisements for Myself.' He was very committed to feuding then," Gold said. "My great adventure with him at a party at George Plimpton's place. (Mailer was trying to stare him down.) You know, alpha male makes the other person drop his eyes. He fixed me with a stare, and instead of dropping my eyes, I blew him a kiss. He jumped up, said, 'Let's fight.'
"We went outside, and I took my glasses off. It was stupid, but I didn't know what else to do. So I put them in my pocket. But since no one was watching us, and that's the key, he put his arm around me and said, 'You're OK, Gold.' "
Mailer had his share of flops in that era, including "Barbary Shore" (1951) and "The Deer Park," a novel about the film industry's reaction to political pressure from Washington.
But as the nation began to creak and groan toward the seismic culture shift of the '60s, Mailer found his real footing. The social and political upheavals fit Mailer's style and persona. He never seemed to quite "get" Eisenhower America the way he got what was happening in the Summer of Love, the 1967 anti-Vietnam War march on the Pentagon that became the Pulitzer Prize-winning "The Armies of the Night," and the Republican and Democratic National Conventions of 1968 that became "Miami and the Siege of Chicago." The novel "Why Are We in Vietnam?" looked not to the White House or the Pentagon for the reason our young men were dying in a foreign country, but, rather, to our own culture for the answer.
These books, and others, had a major impact on American readers, not just because Mailer wrote them, but because he was becoming a master of the kind of stylistically amalgamated writing practiced by others such as Truman Capote and Tom Wolfe, known as the New Journalism. The style was a good fit for a writer who had touted his own greatness in the 1959 book "Advertisements for Myself." You didn't have to make a choice between pure fiction and journalism anymore: You could capture a real-life scene and insert yourself directly into it, rather than gazing from the distance of traditional reportage.
Long before an appearance on "Good Morning America" was deemed crucial to a book's success, Mailer figured out the cult of personality. He was no doubt as much a press representative's dream as nightmare. No matter what he did, Mailer always called attention to himself. And if the attention was negative, it never seemed to bother him.
The late critic Anatole Broyard once observed of Mailer, "His career seems to be a brawl between his talent and his exhibitionism." Those words were written in 1967, but looking back on the full span of Mailer's career today, one might instead suggest his career was a marriage of talent and exhibitionism.
He carried on epic feuds with writers such as Gore Vidal and Erica Jong. He ran for mayor of New York and came in fifth. He directed several films, including the movie version of his 1984 book "Tough Guys Don't Dance." Taking a page from the Hemingway chapbook, he loved bullfighting and boxing, whether in an actual ring or weaving around a party where another guest seemingly insulted him. He stabbed his second wife, Adele Morales, with a pen knife, but was never charged. In her own book 10 years ago, Morales revealed that the cut was severe enough to have endangered her life.
Tom Luddy of Berkeley, the executive producer of "Tough Guys Don't Dance," recalled that Mailer "was very natural and warm toward everybody on the film."
"Of all the films I've produced, it's the one where all of us stayed friends and stayed in touch," he said. "That rarely happens."
American life calmed down a bit during the '70s, but Mailer had learned how to hold the spotlight. Understanding cultural iconography as well as he did, Mailer didn't hesitate to write the text for the coffee-table book "Marilyn" in 1973. And when the nation erupted in debate over the reinstatement of the death penalty, Mailer wrote a book about Gary Gilmore, the first person executed in the United States in more than a decade. Gilmore was executed by firing squad in 1977, and "The Executioner's Song" won Mailer another Pulitzer.
After all his marriages, Mailer finally settled down with sixth wife, Norris Church. Coincidentally, Church's early paintings often seem to replicate family snapshots, complete with the shadow of the photographer in the frame - much like Mailer's New Journalism style.
His other wives were Beatrice Silverman, Lady Jeanne Campbell, Beverly Bentley and actress Carol Stevens. He had five daughters, three sons and a stepson.
For years, Mailer divided his time between Brooklyn Heights, N.Y., and Provincetown, Mass., where he had a house on the water on Commercial Street.
Although he rarely drew the intensity of attention he enjoyed in the '60s and '70s, Mailer was never out of the public eye for long. He continued to publish, right up to the end of his life. His latest novel, "The Castle in the Forest," gave Mailer a way of examining Adolf Hitler's early life to understand the nature of evil. Writing in the Chronicle Book Review in January, Alan Cheuse said the book "comes 10 years after the publication of Mailer's weakest novel, 'The Gospel According to the Son,' and it reads like one of his strongest."
Two years ago, Mailer received a gold medal for lifetime achievement from the National Book Awards.
While he could be mercurial, argumentative, perhaps even insufferable at times, Mailer enjoyed wide respect and affection among other writers.
Said San Francisco author Leo Litwak ("Nobody's Baby and Other Stories"): "I think his early book 'Advertisements for Myself' was enormously influential. It challenged us, in effect, to move outside the law, to give vent to our instincts and desire, to be more public about what we wanted. It was a further move away from the kind of Henry James writing that still had influence.
"It's an enormous loss," he added. "I had mixed feelings about Mailer, but I miss him."
"He had such a compendious vision of what it meant to be alive," said friend and fellow author William Kennedy. "He had serious opinions on everything there was to have an opinion on, and everything was so original."
"He could do anything he wanted to do - the movie business, writing, theater, politics," said author Gay Talese, husband of publisher Nan Talese. "He never thought the boundaries were restricted. He'd go anywhere and try anything. He was a courageous person."
In a recent interview with John Freeman, president of the National Book Critics Circle, for the Chronicle Book Review, Mailer talked about his early years, when he told the world about that great American novel he would write. He seemed to understand, though, that the time had passed.
"I may have made announcements 50 years ago of the kind of book I was going to write. But I'm not going to stick to those predictions," he said.
Perhaps, though, he has: As memorable as so many Mailer books will remain, the man himself was perhaps Mailer's best creation - the great American author.
Mailer's works
Noteworthy writings of Norman Mailer:
-- "The Naked and the Dead," 1948
-- "Barbary Shore," 1951
-- "The Deer Park," 1955
-- "The White Negro: Superficial Reflections of a Young Hipster," essay, 1957
-- "Advertisements for Myself," 1959
-- "Why Are We in Vietnam?" 1967
-- "The Armies of the Night" (National Book Award, Pulitzer Prize), 1968
-- "Miami and the Siege of Chicago," 1968
-- "Marilyn," 1973
-- "The Fight," 1975
-- "The Executioner's Song" (Pulitzer Prize for Fiction), 1979
-- "Of Women and Their Elegance, Pieces and Pontifications," essay, 1982
-- "Ancient Evenings," 1983
-- "Tough Guys Don't Dance," 1984
-- "Harlot's Ghost," 1991
-- "The Gospel According to the Son," 1997
-- "The Castle in the Forest," 2007
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--> The article appeared on www.sfgate.com
--> Also see :
* The Norman Mailer Society : www.normanmailersociety.com/
* Norman Mailer Filmmaker articles about Mailer's cinematic ventures : subcin.com/mailer.html
* Mailer's famous essay, "The White Negro" (Dissent Magazine) : dissentmagazine.org/article/?article=877
* Norman Mailer on American Masters (PBS Broadcast) : www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/database/mailer_n.html
* Norman and John Buffalo Mailer - "The Big Empty" : www.nysoundposse.com/2006/03/event-norman-and-john-buffal...
* Mailer's interview with The Paris Review : www.theparisreview.org/viewinterview.php/prmMID/4503
* Norman Mailer's writing on the Huffington Post : www.huffingtonpost.com/norman-mailer/
* Norman Mailer chats to Scottish writer Andrew O'Hagan at the Edinburgh Book Festival, August 2007 : www.edbookfest.co.uk/readings/#ab
* Signature of Norman Mailer : www.kruegerbooks.com/books/sig/mailer-norman.html
* A conversation with Norman Mailer (Minnesota Public Radio) : minnesota.publicradio.org/display/web/2007/01/31/midday2/
Townend's family library, which was started 400 years ago, is made up of around 1,500 books which cover many diverse topics; from novels and poetry to farming, religion, law, medicine and current affairs. The books were apparently well loved and used by the family, (and in many cases their neighbours too) based on the physical evidence they contain, such as greasy finger marks and corners turned over.
The library contains 45 entirely unique books – ones that have not survived anywhere else in the world. Some of these are delightful slightly bawdy storybooks – called chapbooks.
These were designed for the slightly lower echelons of society, and as such, would have been viewed as being beneath national institutions such as the British Library.
An example of one of the chapbooks is ‘The Crafty Chambermaid’s Garland’ from 1770. It tells the tale of a rich merchant who falls in love with his mother’s maid.
He tries to seduce her, but she knows he isn’t interested in marriage so she decides to play a trick on him. She invites him to her bedchamber – only she gets a toothless old hag to get into the bed and pretend to be her.
Needless to say the amorous merchant gets quite a shock, and runs screaming down the stairs! The plucky young maid’s efforts pay off though – the merchant’s family are so amused by the story that they decide to let him marry her, in spite of her lowly background. [National Trust Townend Website]
.. im täglichen Leben.
"Nieder mit dem Verstand - es lebe der Blödsinn !"
Karl Valentin
.. in daily life.
"Down with the mind - long live nonsense ! "
Karl Valentin
The Schildbürger ("citizens of Schilda") are a topic in German chapbook tradition corresponding to the Wise Men of Gotham in English-language tradition.
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Anjum Hasan - Nancy Naomi Carlson - discussed about the "Complications Of The Heart - The pleasure and Peril of being a Poet" at Times Litfest 2018 in Bengaluru.
Anjum Hasan: "She is an Indian novelist, short story writer, poet, and editor. She was born in Shillong, and currently lives in Bengaluru. Her first book was the collection of poems "Street on the Hill", published by Sahitya Akademi in 2006.
Her debut novel Lunatic in my Head was shortlisted for the Crossword Book Award 2007. Her second novel titled Neti, Neti was longlisted for the 2008 Man Asian Literary Prize and shortlisted for The Hindu Best Fiction Award in 2010.
Nancy Naomi Carlson : She is a poet, translator, and editor, as well as a recipient of a literature translation fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts. she has also received grants from the Maryland Arts Council and the Arts & Humanities Council of Montgomery County. Author of three prize-winning non-translated titles, her first collection of poetry, Kings Highway, was a co-winner for the Washington Writers’ Publishing House competition. Complications of the Heart won the Texas Review Press’ Robert Phillips Poetry Chapbook Prize and Imperfect Seal of Lips was selected for the Tennessee Chapbook Prize. """
Cheapside is a street in the City of London, the historic and modern financial centre of London, England, which forms part of the A40 London to Fishguard road. It links St Martin's Le Grand with Poultry. Near its eastern end at Bank Junction, where it becomes Poultry, is Mansion House, the Bank of England, and Bank station. To the west is St Paul's Cathedral, St Paul's tube station and square.
In the Middle Ages, it was known as Westcheap, as opposed to Eastcheap, another street in the City, near London Bridge. The boundaries of the wards of Cheap, Cordwainer and Bread Street run along Cheapside and Poultry; prior to boundary changes in 2003 the road was divided amongst Farringdon Within and Cripplegate wards[1] in addition to the current three.
The contemporary Cheapside is the location of a range of retail and food outlets and offices, as well as the City's only major shopping centre, One New Change.
Etymology and usage
The 1547 coronation procession of Edward VI passing the Eleanor cross in Cheapside (West Cheap)
Cheapside is a common English street name, meaning "market place", from Old English ceapan, "to buy" (cf. German kaufen, Dutch kopen, Danish købe, Norwegian kjøpe, Swedish köpa), whence also chapman and chapbook.[2] There was originally no connection to the modern meaning of cheap ("low-priced" or "low-quality", a shortening of good ceap, "good buy"), though by the 18th century this association may have begun to be inferred.
Other cities and towns in England that have a Cheapside include Ambleside, Ascot, Barnsley, Birmingham, Blackpool, Bradford, Brighton, Bristol, Derby, Halifax, Hanley, Knaresborough, Lancaster, Leicester, Liverpool, Luton, Manchester, Nottingham, Preston, Reading, Settle, Wakefield and Wolverhampton. There is also a Cheapside in Bridgetown, Barbados; Lexington, Kentucky, US; Greenfield, Massachusetts, US; Saint Helier, Jersey; and London, Ontario, Canada.....Wikipedia
Townend's family library, which was started 400 years ago, is made up of around 1,500 books which cover many diverse topics; from novels and poetry to farming, religion, law, medicine and current affairs. The books were apparently well loved and used by the family, (and in many cases their neighbours too) based on the physical evidence they contain, such as greasy finger marks, gravy stains, and corners turned over.
The library contains 45 entirely unique books – ones that have not survived anywhere else in the world. Some of these are delightful slightly bawdy storybooks – called chapbooks.
These were designed for the slightly lower echelons of society, and as such, would have been viewed as being beneath national institutions such as the British Library.
An example of one of the chapbooks is ‘The Crafty Chambermaid’s Garland’ from 1770. It tells the tale of a rich merchant who falls in love with his mother’s maid.
He tries to seduce her, but she knows he isn’t interested in marriage so she decides to play a trick on him. She invites him to her bedchamber – only she gets a toothless old hag to get into the bed and pretend to be her.
Needless to say the amorous merchant gets quite a shock, and runs screaming down the stairs! The plucky young maid’s efforts pay off though – the merchant’s family are so amused by the story that they decide to let him marry her, in spite of her lowly background. [National Trust Townend Website]
Bruun the Bear and Reinart the Fox, from "Reynard the Fox", a literary cycle of medieval allegorical Dutch, English, French and German fables. The first extant versions of the cycle date from the second half of the 12th century. The genre was popular throughout the Late Middle Ages, as well as in chapbook form throughout the Early Modern period." [Wikipedia]
MR. ALAN MOORE, author and former circus exhibit (as “the what-is-it from borneo”), is chiefly gamed for his chapbooks produced with the younger reader in mind. He astounded the penny dreadful word with such noted pamphlets as “A child’s garden of venereal horrors” (1864), and “cocaine and Rowing: The sure way to Health” (1872) before inheriting a Cumbrian jute mill and, in 1904, expiring of scorn
MR. KEVIN O’NEILL commenced his career as a pugilist in 1859. Due to excessive drinking and repeated cerebral splintering during an early bout with Walter phibbs, the widnes Goliath, O’Neill passed into an insensible state from which he was never fully to awaken. However in 1885, doctors discovered that by attaching galvanising cables directly to the comatose prize-fighter’s brain, his right hand could be made to delineate exquisite and fanciful illustrations, such as his well known series “Modern Times, or, the Progress of a Scented Nonce,” and, of course, his scandalous “Queen Victoria and Emily Pankhurst Girl-on-Girl Novelty Flipbook.” Mr. O’Neill is currently maintained on a special diet at the London Hospital
(Credit to whoever knows what this is)
Serenade is a watercolour animation inspired by a poem by Ron Riddell, from his chapbook Songs for Dylan. To quote Ron Riddell, the poem is an ode to ''the Dionysian troubadour, the tragic poet-genius who dies fully-empowered, young and in exile.. He was a master wordsmith; a craftsman-alchemist-metaphysician."
Dedicated to my wife, Shelly
Right now my wife is spending a couple weeks in NYC visiting her daughter, attending a writers conference and is hard at work on her first novel. Her first chapbook of poetry was published last fall. Besides working with me at our small business she is a writer, educator and speaker. I miss you! Keep working on the book babe, when you sell it we are going to be rich!! :-)
This was taken in the fall of 2000. On my first day ever to NYC she took me to Brooklyn Heights for this majestic view of Lower Manhattan!! I will never forget!
Fox in monk's robes (Reinaert) surrounded by chickens and rooster (Cantecleer), from "Reynard the Fox", a literary cycle of medieval allegorical Dutch, English, French and German fables. The first extant versions of the cycle date from the second half of the 12th century. The genre was popular throughout the Late Middle Ages, as well as in chapbook form throughout the Early Modern period." [Wikipedia]
I made a new chapbook with drawings created using small variations to code i wrote based on a simple branching idea. Send me your postal address and I'll send one to you!
It's Friday night at the "Improv" where a new comedian is trying out his stuff.
"An optimist sees the glass as half empty. The pessimist sees the glass as half full. This comedian says, "Who's been drinking from my glass?"
The audience roars with laughter, but this comedian isn't finished..
"And the cat said, "The glass is on the floor."
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“Why did the chicken cross the road?” “To get to the other side!”
National Tell an Old Joke Day is all about keeping traditional humor alive—it is a day to tell old, tried-and-true jokes. The jokes are to be “clean,” as many old jokes are. Jokes are a type of short, humorous oral literature. Although they are often written down, they don't need to be told verbatim and can be transferred and passed along orally. That is really what today is all about!
Like they are today, early jokes were written for entertainment and leisure. They weren’t designed to be documented, and those that were written down were done so for their immediate use, not for posterity. They then just happened to be passed along. Although National Tell an Old Joke Day is for clean jokes, the earliest jokes weren’t necessarily clean. One had to be careful of the audience so that no offensive words or suggestions were put before the audience.
The oldest existing joke book is Philogelos (translated to The Laughter-Lover), which dates to the fourth or fifth century AD and contains 265 jokes written in Greek. Many modern jokes are based on jokes in this collection. With the advent of the printing press in the fifteenth century, many joke books began being printed, which were known as jestbooks. One of these was a joke anthology book called Facetiae. Written by Poggio Bracciolini, it appeared in 1470. By at least the nineteenth century, jokes began being used as filler in broadsides and chapbooks. Jokes continue to appear in books, magazines, and online, giving material to anyone who wishes to tell some jokes on National Tell an Old Joke Day.
How to Observe
Celebrate the day by telling some old jokes! If you don't know too many, you may want to read and learn some first. There are many places online where you could find some:
“Really Old Jokes That Are Actually Still Funny”
Reader's Digest jokes
Funny clean jokes
“15 Jokes From the World’s Oldest Jokebook”
There are also many books you could find jokes in:
The Old Fashioned Joke Book
The All-Time Classic Joke Book
The Old Ones are the Best Joke Book
The World’s Oldest Joke Book
You could also learn more about the history of jokes, by reading Stop Me If You’ve Heard This: A History and Philosophy of Jokes.
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So, here's your opportunity, my Flickr Friends. You may 'tell an old joke' in your comments. Give us something by which we can laugh! (But keep it clean!)
Three Adventures in Space and The World of Tomorrow
1. “Last of the Rocketeers” by N.K. Heming. “The masters of energy came from beyond the great space bubble to destroy the Universe. . . What was the mystery behind the strangely incomplete craft and its lovely passenger, rescued from space by the LAST OF THE ROCKETEERS.”
2. “Maneaters on Mixis” by Ace Carter. “The lure of the new stones had the same effect as old-fashioned gold. . . Jagon meant to get the rich rewards of the new ore, despite his companions and their queer ideas of justice . . .”
3. “Goddess of Space” by Alan Yates. “Clayton found that the spaceman who made love to a goddess paid the price. . . No wonder Clayton thought space madness had seized him when he saw the GODDESS OF SPACE.”
Seated woman, two dogs, and a lion (Nobel), from "Reynard the Fox", a literary cycle of medieval allegorical Dutch, English, French and German fables. The first extant versions of the cycle date from the second half of the 12th century. The genre was popular throughout the Late Middle Ages, as well as in chapbook form throughout the Early Modern period." [Wikipedia]
When you start wondering if your astigmatism suddenly got worse, it's time to check whether or not the printer trimmed your chapbooks right.
Local Accession Number: 2012.AAP.122
Title: The chapbook
Creator/Contributor: Bragdon, Claude Fayette, 1866-1946 (artist)
Date issued: 1890-1920 (approximate)
Physical description: 1 print (poster) : color ; 54 x 35 cm.
Summary: A figure holds the Earth in its hand surrounded by the signs of the Zodiac.
Genre: Book & magazine posters; Prints
Notes: Title from item.
Date note: Date supplied by cataloger.
Statement of responsibility: Designed by Claude Fayette Bragdon
Collection: American Art Posters 1890-1920
Location: Boston Public Library, Print Department
Rights: No known restrictions.
The tall masked figure in a dark turtleneck holds the mike on a stage. The man holds a chapbook. Below is a circle of chairs. Eight women sitting, wearing pastel and hats, small toy purses, legs crossed and black wayfarers, patiently waiting for the speech. A chair is empty. A man on a stool rests to the East. A chord on a viola then the figure starts spitting words from behind the mask. Lights go dim.
spread to humour me, to refresh, surprise, repaint in orange, aluminium and silver, breathe into clouds, roaming in the crashing waves, put me to sleep
spread in mid-morning a list of dates, from a night blue to a pale cyan of clouds, please me and the water silently waiving and sway, strings crossed in sorrow
spread and the air twirls and we are on the road, seeing through the burst of sunshine swinging upwards, on the black strip blowing in your camera, the bookshelf as a drinks trolley, serve and smile for me
Lights go back up and the strings stop. There are nine women sitting in the shade. The ninth woman is dressed in black. She lifts the sunglasses up, approaches the dark masked figure and gets the chapbook. The woman opens the purse and picks up another chapbook and hands it out, then goes back to her seat. Lights go dim.
NOTE: I am being asked by Group Admins to specify the author of this text for reference. The author of the text is myself.
A chapbook/zine I made called All the Words of the Rainbow. Contains all the words I could find that I could make choosing exactly one letter from each word of the color spectrum (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet), in any order.
Let me know if you'd like one!
Late to the party but decked out in full regalia, flying objects by Andrew Nye is now available for sale. This first chapbook from Cold Green Tea Press is a 7"x 5.5", 32 page staple-bound book of poems. The cover image was printed with a Gocco press by the author.
It can be purchased through paypal (see sidebar) for $6 plus $1 shipping in the 'States, and in the Cold Green Tea Press etsy store if you live outside the 'States. It is also available in select stores-- see sidebar for details.
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Last weekend at Tilden Park
You have my right femur
tucked away inside a wooden chest
at the foot of your bed
wrapped in an old quilt
with a broken clavicle
and a false rib
Summer is ending
and I am afraid
you will lay my bones on the lawn
one warm Sunday morning
next to old spoons
board games and a blue vase
You are extraordinary
and you cannot fix me
But your friend
has my spleen in a jar
hidden in the back of her piano
and every evening we sing
sad Irish songs
© 2008 Andrew Nye
"Something to Do for Everyday" by McLoughlin Bros., Inc. of Springfield, Mass. Copyright 1928. Designed by Louise D. Tessin. Eleven double-sided pages plus both one-sided covers. This appears to be a companion book to "I Made It Myself," also designed by Tessin and published by McLoughlin Bros.
NOT MY RESEARCH:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McLoughlin_Brothers
McLoughlin Bros., Inc. was a New York publishing firm active between 1828[1] and 1920. The company was a pioneer in color printing technologies in children's books.[2] The company specialized in retellings or bowdlerizations of classic stories for children. The artistic and commercial roots of the McLoughlin firm were first developed by John McLoughlin, Jr. (1827–1905) who made his younger brother Edmund McLoughlin (1833 or 4-1889) a partner in 1855. By 1886, the firm published a wide range of items, including cheap chapbooks, large folio picture books, linen books, puzzles, games and paper dolls. Many of the earliest and most valuable board games in America were produced by McLoughlin Brothers of New York. In 1920 the corporation was sold to Milton Bradley & Company. McLoughlin ceased game production at this time, but continued publishing their picture books.
"The Thing From Another World" is the title of the movie based on John W. Campbell's classic science fiction story, "Who Goes There?" The story is about an Antarctic research camp that discovers and thaws the ancient, frozen body of a crash-landed alien. The creature revives with terrifying results. Paranoia ensues as a band of frightened men work to destroy the menace.
for odc topic 'our sun'
This is on the cover of a little chapbook of some of my essays that I made, called 'Clear Days'
Creator: Will Bradley (American graphic designer, 1868-1962)
Date: 1895
Materials: color lithography
Measurements:
Work type: posters
Image Description: promotional poster for the Thanksgiving issue, 1895
Image_Filename: 06091809
"Something to Do for Everyday" by McLoughlin Bros., Inc. of Springfield, Mass. Copyright 1928. Designed by Louise D. Tessin. Eleven double-sided pages plus both one-sided covers. This appears to be a companion book to "I Made It Myself," also designed by Tessin and published by McLoughlin Bros.
NOT MY RESEARCH:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McLoughlin_Brothers
McLoughlin Bros., Inc. was a New York publishing firm active between 1828[1] and 1920. The company was a pioneer in color printing technologies in children's books.[2] The company specialized in retellings or bowdlerizations of classic stories for children. The artistic and commercial roots of the McLoughlin firm were first developed by John McLoughlin, Jr. (1827–1905) who made his younger brother Edmund McLoughlin (1833 or 4-1889) a partner in 1855. By 1886, the firm published a wide range of items, including cheap chapbooks, large folio picture books, linen books, puzzles, games and paper dolls. Many of the earliest and most valuable board games in America were produced by McLoughlin Brothers of New York. In 1920 the corporation was sold to Milton Bradley & Company. McLoughlin ceased game production at this time, but continued publishing their picture books.