Month: April 2019

‰Û÷I know this: when shadows dance against the path of the sun, spirits are abroad.‰Ûª – Old Cunning Wren

‘I know this: when shadows dance against the path of the sun, spirits are abroad.’ – Old Cunning Wren

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 3, 2019

‰Û÷I know which bird will grow from the murdered man‰Ûªs blood. I know how to make it fly in vengeance to the territory of the dead.‰Ûª – Old Cunning Ash

‘I know which bird will grow from the murdered man’s blood. I know how to make it fly in vengeance to the territory of the dead.’ – Old Cunning Ash

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 3, 2019

There is an tale told in the county of an old king who battled a giant bird with brass claws, whose carcass on defeat was buried in a dozen barrows to keep it from rising again. I perceive mystery in the number, but not yet its true meaning. – Dr. Bron, 1645

There is an tale told in the county of an old king who battled a giant bird with brass claws, whose carcass on defeat was buried in a dozen barrows to keep it from rising again. I perceive mystery in the number, but not yet its true meaning. – Dr. Bron, 1645

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 3, 2019

The line between shore and salt is constant contest. For in every tide is the jealous intent of the King-Under-the-Sea. – #CLNolan https://t.co/QzBVsxqYwA

The line between shore and salt is constant contest. For in every tide is the jealous intent of the King-Under-the-Sea. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/QzBVsxqYwA

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 3, 2019

@Alderley Towers of Telling, towers that call to the imagination. A wise child indeed. https://t.co/1eV43VlbDq

Towers of Telling, towers that call to the imagination. A wise child indeed. pic.twitter.com/1eV43VlbDq

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 3, 2019

Some details of the Pylon People AKA The Children of The Hum in honour of @pylonpeople. Also, I am led to believe, a 1970s recording from a foreign television journalist. https://t.co/FuvXD1EqrY https://t.co/CayXgMoijA

Some details of the Pylon People AKA The Children of The Hum in honour of @pylonpeople. Also, I am led to believe, a 1970s recording from a foreign television journalist. https://t.co/FuvXD1EqrY pic.twitter.com/CayXgMoijA

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 3, 2019

Those travellers in the night, those who walk the midnight roads, they know spirits are abroad in the hollow hours. They know that the land never truly sleeps. – Dr. Bron, 1645

Those travellers in the night, those who walk the midnight roads, they know spirits are abroad in the hollow hours. They know that the land never truly sleeps. – Dr. Bron, 1645

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 3, 2019

A wish list of hard to obtain books about Hookland. https://t.co/wsbb1J0rZX

A wish list of hard to obtain books about Hookland. pic.twitter.com/wsbb1J0rZX

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 4, 2019

The children of the cunning are wise children. They know the songs of the land. They know the signs and telling. https://t.co/9FQrepnMRK

The children of the cunning are wise children. They know the songs of the land. They know the signs and telling. pic.twitter.com/9FQrepnMRK

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 4, 2019

@Ryanailts @KBSpangler @rickansell Take it from a man dying on his back, everywhere has a song and stories When we engage with place, the lore of the land flows into our work. One of the great arts is just learning to listen to it all – in the soil, in the specific sound of rain, in the way wind moves through it.

Take it from a man dying on his back, everywhere has a song and stories When we engage with place, the lore of the land flows into our work. One of the great arts is just learning to listen to it all – in the soil, in the specific sound of rain, in the way wind moves through it.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) January 3, 2019