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[thegirlwiththelantern]

2025 YA Fantasy

I hadn’t set on a theme for this post. However most of the books are written by Asian authors (mostly East Asian). And seeing as there tends to be an uptick in interest at this time of year, here is my offering. A Language of Dragons by S. F. Williamson | 02 / 01 / 25 – Harper Fire EVERY ACT OF TRANSLATION REQUIRES SACRIFICE Welcome to Bletchley Park… with dragons. London, 1923. Dragons soar…

[smashpages]

Out this week: Side Quest (Versify, $26.99): 

Samuel Sattin and Steenz team up to tell the history of role-playing games, both as a medium and from their own personal experiences.

See what other new comics and graphic novels will arrive this week.

[winningthesweepstakes]

Brownstone by Samuel Teer and Mar Julia

Brownstone by Samuel Teer and Mar Julia, Color design by Ashanti Fortson. Versify /Harper Collins, 2024. 9780358394747 Rating: 1-5 (5 is an excellent or a Starred review) 4 Format: Paperback graphic novel Genre: Realistic fiction What did you like about the book? Because her mother has a chance to go abroad to perform with a prestigious dance company, she drops 14-year-old daughter, Almudena, off…

[cto10121]

Baz Luhrmann!R&J and I have never seen eye to eye on many, many things. And of course, a modern Romeo living in the States amid the most successful anti-smoking campaign ever would scorn even to look at a cigarette. Ditto for Benvolio and Mercutio.

But if you look me in the eye and tell me Romeo in all his romantic intensity would not smoke in a feud-loving European culture that promotes it while good-natured chill Benvolio would resort to weed (to chill him out further, naturally), I will laugh. Hard.

[mothalaalee]

Boop

Honest reaction

[juliaridulaina]

Només en minva la llum//Only the light diminishes//Solo disminuye su luz

Mira com davallen les estrelles,mira com desintegren ses brillantorsdins la foscor de l’univers.Imatges sorgides d’un temps que ja no existeix,com la brillantor de les ànimesen baixar al món físicque mentre van renaixent van perdent fulgoren l’escenari de la vida,igual que la brillantor d’aquestes estrellesdel firmament nocturnque possiblement ja han desapareguti només existeix la seva…

[malcified]

Hey! Since Sunday’s a great day to perform an all-round status- and priorities-check for the future moment, I’d like to share #TrueAsACloud. May it assist in guiding us to our chosen land.

[shredsandpatches]

man, I have a whole dissertation chapter about an Elizabethan poem that's fundamentally about this question

[librarycomic]

Brownstone by Samuel Teer & Mar Julia. Versify, 2024. 9780358394747. 318pp.

Fourteen-year-old Almudena has never met her Guatemalan father, Xavier. When her mother gets a chance to tour with a dance production, she drops Almudena off to spend the summer with him. Xavier doesn't speak much English at all, but it's better than Almudena's Spanish. And she's super confused about what it means to be Guatemalan. But in helping to restore Xavier's broken-down brownstone, with more than a bit of translation assistance from his girlfriend, she and her father start to form a bond. Almudena also gets to know the neighbors and the Latin American neighborhood, and to form friendships despite some of the teasing she endures.

This is a lovely story that spans only three months and ends with a real sense of community. My favorite minor character is Tomaz, a young man with a brain injury who acts like he's in an anime-inspired fighting video game. He even expects prizes! (He's a nice dude, though some find him a bit scary.) Queralt, Almudena's friend who runs a nearby bodega, is a close second. Throughout Teer's writing is superb, and Julia's sequential art is so great it just kind of disappeared into my brain as I read the book. (Worth noting: I absolutely love the way they draw Almudena's hair in the book, though it makes me miss mine.)

It's no surprise that this graphic novel won the Printz Award last January.

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

我正在用二手衣服為女兒的電子閱讀器製作新封面；她會在愚人節這天離開台灣去愛爾蘭哈哈，其實她從小就很調皮，尤其是當我要生氣的時候。 I'm making a new cover of the daughter's e-reader with a second hand clothes. She will left Taiwan going to Ireland on April Fool's Day LOL, In fact, she has been very naughty since she was a child, especially when I am about to get angry.

Not done yet/ also being a birthday gift for my sweet daughter; her e-reader cover is old and broken, so I used a second hand clothes with it. will be done tomorrow I hope so. 🤓 she saw I made it for her with 愛爾蘭☘️三葉草seamróg，she gave me a happy smile, n I know she likes it because when she looked at it with her eyes shines bright as the little stars. Love u U xoxo ✨ 💫 Mom Lan~*

愛爾蘭詩人Thomas Moore (1779〜1852)的一首小詩 《Oh The Shamrock》。

他嘉許了三葉草(seamróg)內涵的品格，也讚美了它是愛、智慧、勇氣和靈動的化身，並且描述了三葉草外在的色澤，將它比作是晶瑩露珠下的祖母綠，青翠的嫩綠閃耀���無限的光輝。最後詩人著重在三葉草的地位～它是古老愛爾蘭的國花；時至今日三葉草仍是愛爾蘭以及北愛爾蘭的國花。

《哦，三葉草》

在愛爾蘭島的漫山遍野， 驕傲地生長， 是愛和勇氣 是智慧和靈動， 那耀眼的光芒 如萬箭鑽動。

遍地都盛開著 那三葉的草兒 掛著露珠，生機勃勃且 嬌嫩的祖母綠 像顆顆寶石 在最純淨的水晶下閃閃發光。

哦，三葉草，不朽的常綠! 永恆的眷顧之葉， 吟遊詩人的鍾愛， 古老愛爾蘭的三葉草! 

在愛爾蘭的傳說中，生活在愛爾蘭的古代凱爾特人（Celt）視三葉草為聖物，因為它們長了三片葉子，而三這個數字，在凱爾特信仰中，是個極具神秘色彩的數字。（註：據目前歷史考證，凱爾特人是公元前2000年起生活在中歐的一些有著共同的文化和語言的有親緣關係的民族的統稱，曾廣泛擴散到歐洲各處，後來逐漸減少。如今，依然堅持繼承凱爾特語言文化的只剩下了愛爾蘭語、威爾士語、蘇格蘭蓋爾語和法國境內的布列塔尼語）。

此外最流行的一種解釋是，愛爾蘭和北愛爾蘭選三葉草做國花是因為，在公元5世紀時，愛爾蘭的主保聖人聖帕特里克St Patrick曾經在這裡藉助三葉草進行傳教，他將基督教聖子、聖父、聖靈三位一體的關係比作是三葉草的三片葉子，方便當地人的理解。然而，這種說法其實也只是傳說。愛爾蘭的文字記載直到17世紀才開始出現這個說法，而在17世紀以前，愛爾蘭和三葉草之間還有著曾經更為流行的故事。

📌  He was an English lawyer, judge, social philosopher, author, statesman, theologian, and noted Renaissance humanist. He also served Henry VIII as Lord High Chancellor of England from October 1529 to May 1532. He wrote Utopia, published in 1516, which describes the political system of an imaginary island state. Although Thomas Moore was an Irish Catholic and the son of a Dublin grocer, Moore became the fashionable versifier of Regency England. His Irish Melodies, published between 1807 and 1834 with accompanying music (some of the tunes by Moore himself), were an immense success, and for many years his wit, charm, liberalism, and singing voice made him a brilliant figure in literary and social circles, especially among the aristocratic Whig reformers. The same qualities made him one of Byron's closest friends. He wrote numerous satires, lampoons, and prose pieces. He is chiefly remembered, however, for the Oriental verse romance Lalla Rookh (1817), which achieve.

♡ღ 我留了3個包餡的橡果雞蛋糕給女兒下班來工作室，她吃完後就回家了，後天她要和大學同學一塊兒去香港和澳門玩。 I left three acorn egg cakes stuffed with fillings for my daughter to come to the studio after get off work. After she ate them, she went home. The day after tomorrow, she will go to Hong Kong and Macau with her college classmates on a light-trip. ღ♡

[thegildedbee]

. . . and, ready or not, here comes 2025!

🐝 I’m grateful for the minds of our Sherlockian hive, in light of the locked-room mystery of twenty-five.

In facing the blank pages of the days ahead, we may feel uncertain and tongue-tied, about what can be said.

But when the game is afoot, I know this to be true: what's stored in our mind palaces will help provide clues.

What we create together will open the door, and help keep us right, as in twenty-four. 🐝

.................................... Thank you 😘 everyone, for how often what you've shared has made 2024 a little brighter 🌻 for me, when all the forecast had to offer was storm warnings. As we dig in for whatever 🥠 comes next, I 🐝 hope to be better able to return the favor 🎁 in whatever ways I can manage 🧭 in the months ahead. 💛 .................................... :: I'm not a poet, obviously :-) so I have no idea why this popped into my head, except that I was reading some of ACD's New Years' versifying, so I'm holding his ghost responsible! Staring down 1922, after the bust-ups of 1920 & 1921, what he wrote struck a chord :-) with me, I guess!

". . . and we wear meanwhile / Our patent shock-absorbing smile / But whatever fate may do / We send our greeting out to you." [ there's also an 1896 poem, from when he was resident in Egypt, mentioning the pyramids and such :-) ]

[nadia-raggles]

so. we have done--or at least begun this. we have made a verse version of rag doll washes the tea things when the party is over. and have reposted the original story with it. however, it is so long, tumblr shortens the post and readers scroll past it never knowing there's a poem there now. still, we worked hard and are even a little proud. we might even prefer it to the original. so here it is. we are posting it again.

rag doll washes the tea things when the party is over: in verse

When all the tea and cake is swallowed up the rag doll washes every porcelain cup, each saucer, every silver spoon, each fork: it stands upon its chair and does its work while in its limbs the soapy water soaks and never fully dries. The smell evokes a sponge that's past its time to throw away. A moldy smell. An odor of decay. A taller doll had done this work before with skin of silicone. Its clockwork core has given out. It cannot move at all. Though others could have risen to the call, no others did. So Rag Doll washes up each soiled saucer, and each tea-stained cup.

Each doll pretends that everything's okay but seven years their witch has been away and no doll wants to delegate a chore to other dolls. That's what a witch is for. This, Rag Doll knew. So Rag Doll volunteered for now, at least, till Scullery is repaired. Someday a witch will come, each doll is sure, and mend their broken, find for them some cure for listlessness, ennui, for discontent, those ills a present mistress might prevent. But in the meantime, everything's okay. Some witch will come and help them all, someday.

But when one comes, she sadly shakes her head, in Scullery's direction. "I'm afraid this doll's beyond my expertise, my friends. I cannot make it move again. It sends apologies it cannot wash the plates." "No worries, Rag Doll washes them," one states. At this, the broken doll begins to jerk, disturbed to learn the doer of its work. The others make excuses, they've no Miss, \And Rag Doll wouldn't let them help. It'd hiss. When Scullery falls Still for good, this Witch goes to the kitchen to assess the sitch. She sees the doll at work, it's ripped and frayed. It isn't meant for this. She shakes her head.

It's meant to comfort witches late at night, to snuggle up in bed, and be held tight. A little doll, the perfect size to steal, and, why not, after all? It's hard to feel for witches who neglect their dolls for years. Would it still count as thievery? Hot tears spring up inside her eyes and start to fall upon her cheeks. She walks up to the doll. She picks it up. It's damp. The squish is right. It smells like mold. It's meek. It doesn't fight. It seems entranced. She looks around the room-- "fantastic!" In the corner there's a broom. "I'm stealing you. I'm taking you away! You're wasted at this sink! What do you say?" "Awa!" And so the two hop on the broom, and through an open window leave that room, the rag doll in the witch's arms squeezed tight. They vanish both into the inky night.

my project for this month will be to adapt each of my works into verse

[winningthesweepstakes]

Everything I Learned About Racism I Learned in School by Tiffany Jewell

Everything I Learned About Racism I Learned in School by Tiffany Jewell. Versify, 2024. 9780358638315 Rating: 1-5 (5 is an excellent or a Starred review) 5 Format: Hardcover What did you like about the book? Almost all Black and Brown kids in America learn the truth about racism in the school system. Not because teachers actually teach about it, but because the system itself can and will be…

[falchionier]

Latin Poetry Composition for the Autodidact

The other day, a mutual mentioned on a post about wanting to learn poetry. There really is a dearth of resources for it, and I think we actually miss out on much of the poetry we love by not being able to write it ourselves.

Before we start I want to say that this is now how I did it. I’m a Latin teacher who uses spoken Latin 6 class periods per day, every day. When I’m not speaking it, I’m also writing and listening to it. The amount of input and practice producing and internalizing the natural rhythms of Latin I have as a professional is not something everyone can do and puts a big asterisk next to any advice I give.

 I think my other disclaimer is just that this is a recommendation (albeit one based on my experience and training as a Latin teacher). Don’t feel like you “aren’t allowed” to write hendecasyllables if you have no interest in hexameters.

How to physically create a poem I really recommend pen and paper. Sometimes I’ll write out just the basic idea images or themes and then versify it. Other times I get a nice sounding bit and try to build around it. It’s a very non linear process so don’t feel like you have to start at the beginning or the end. Just try to find a foothold somewhere and grow out from there. For me it involves a lot of trial and error. Usually my first goal is to get something that fits the meter. Then, I ask if it sounds good. Then I ask if it’s artistically what I’m looking for. Lots of writing, scanning, and looking for words that fit the meter, rescanning, ita porro.

 I really don’t recommend writing too much English if you can help it. If you can say what you want in English, there’s no need to obscure it with Latin! To that end, if you’re really new to Latin composition, I’d start with prose and getting good at internalizing styles and tones.

More than anything, have fun! Don’t feel like you are required to complete a textbook or do certain drills in a certain order before you get into the poetry you want to write. Let the Muse sing to you!

Really all you need to get started is this or this and an idea. With practice youll be ready for more stuff and then can reference the materials ive posted.

Table of Contents: (follow the links to the different guides)

1, Prose, or getting started writing in Latin

2, Haikus

3, Hexameter

4, Elegiac Couplets

5, Hendecasyllables and Reading Poetry

6, Explanations of some of the more complicated rules and links to important resources, tutorials, and practice drills

[mothalaalee]

My version:

Thankyou @marzhakallam for the mention!!!

No pressure tags: @penwingsonthinice @wisemilkaddict @listen-to-the-inner-walrus @versify @realitycanbewhateveridesire @lucy-shining-star

[theinwardlight]

From George Fox's Epistle to Friends at Malton, UK (1654), versified