Month: May 2020

Hookland 5/8/20 3:52:13

For it is August 4th and the Abbot of St. Anselm is busy again, blessing the Salt Ways of the Islands in the March. It would be a serious and solemn affair is it wasn’t for the traditional heckling by a man in a Marsh Ape costume. – #CLNolan

Hookland 5/8/20 18:58:54

@annie23112 @CRTBoating The cut grows stories like some gardens grow weeds. For all those times we can see to its mud, there are clouded days and cold nights when what is below becomes mystery, a place for projection.

Hookland 5/8/20 19:27:17

@MariaStrutz @folk_horror @FolkloreFilmFes The shore is a place without certainty. While we know of the merfolk and mirefolk – who can forget the tales of the merbaby in the well, the burning burial of the merbaby – the great ecology administered by the King-Under-the-Sea has many mysteries.

Hookland 5/8/20 19:30:10

@MariaStrutz @folk_horror @FolkloreFilmFes There are white-horse waves and foam foals, there are sea-serpents and great tangled knots of fused eels. There is the beast that laughs at sinking ships and who none will say its name in case it is called.

Hookland 5/8/20 19:31:34

@MariaStrutz @folk_horror @FolkloreFilmFes The King-Under-the-Sea has sent many ambassadors to shore in many forms. Where in some places we know of owls made of flowers, I would never discount merowls or owls whose feathers are made of salt foam.

Hookland 5/8/20 20:28:43

@GBudden2 I’ve been Team Twitter for a long time, despite your claims it was all noise and Facebook was sufficient. I’m a working pleb and have a long-standing love of television so I’m probably smug about still owning one of those as well.