"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Tylwyth Teg (Middle Welsh for Fair Family) is the collective noun for mythological creatures known as the aes sídhe in Irish folklore. In other words: fairies. We are we featuring faerie folk in a regular contribution on creatures from the underground? Well, because the Tylwyth Teg do live underground.
The picture in the header comes from the book ‘Y Tylwyth Teg’ (1935).
The illustrator is anonymous.
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Alejandra Pizarnik (1936–1972) was an Argentine poet, translator, and writer of Russian Jewish descent, and one of the most intense and influential voices of mid‑20th‑century Latin America. Born Flora Alejandra in Buenos Aires, she studied philosophy and literature but left academia to devote herself to
Gaston Bachelard‘s Poetics of Space is the book that gives this week its title, and its central claim, that the house is our first universe, a cosmos before we know the word, is seductive enough that it’s worth resisting for a moment. You know the
Rilke wasn’t chosen at random for this slot, last week, and neither is today’s Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, though I’ll admit I didn’t plan the connection until I went looking for her and found it waiting there already. In the spring of 1926, Tsvetaeva, Rilke, and
Alejandra Pizarnik (1936–1972) was an Argentine poet, translator, and writer of Russian Jewish descent, and one of the most intense and influential voices of mid‑20th‑century Latin America. Born Flora Alejandra in Buenos Aires, she studied philosophy and literature but left academia to devote herself to
Gaston Bachelard‘s Poetics of Space is the book that gives this week its title, and its central claim, that the house is our first universe, a cosmos before we know the word, is seductive enough that it’s worth resisting for a moment. You know the
Rilke wasn’t chosen at random for this slot, last week, and neither is today’s Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, though I’ll admit I didn’t plan the connection until I went looking for her and found it waiting there already. In the spring of 1926, Tsvetaeva, Rilke, and
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