Dreamers Rise

A specimen of dialect poetry, collected from Berkshire, England and included in The Scouring of the White Horse (1859) by Thomas Hughes . T...

Woodcut from Basle, Switzerland, late 17th c. According to paper historian Dard Hunter, writing in 1930, "the engraving has never been ...

Carla Rippey : Whatever our senses pick up is carried to the brain by two pathways, one conscious and rational, and another unconscious and ...

Into my room a devil came. He appeared outside on the fire-escape; no ordinary burglar, as if through air he lifted a leg through the window...

This fold-out map (it's one of three in the book) is from Russian and the Slavonic Languages by W. J. Entwistle and W. A. Morison, a vo...

This folio of stenciled prints is the work of a katazome artist who designed a number of calendars that were produced from 1969 or 1970 to ...

When I first picked up this little pamphlet of Japanese folk stories, I thought it might belong to the Tourist Library series issued in the...

A visual retrospective of this blog for 2009, in chronological order. The links below the images are to my posts, followed by the original w...

As the year waned she spent most of her weekend morning hours in bed, asleep if she could stay asleep or just thinking with her eyes closed ...

Sometime in the 19th century (an Emperor is on the throne of France), a Parisian woman named Anne relocates to a tiny village in the country...

NYU's Institute for the Study of the Ancient World is currently featuring a new exhibit entitled "The Lost World of Old Europe: Th...

It's warmer tonight and a fog lies across the lake. The ice is still sound -- it won't thaw yet for weeks -- but as soon as evening ...

à Amittai Aviram As an autumn afternoon advanced, Arthur Asbury, an accomplished Assyriologist, ambled along an avenue, arriving at an Astur...

A train accident, possibly in Dutchess County, New York or thereabouts. The front bears the handwritten date "1920" in the bottom ...

With a few notable exceptions so-called "holiday music" tends to make me cringe. If I'm trapped in a department store in Decem...

In the olden days of the Arabian Nights a fisherman threw his raggle-taggle net into the Mediterranean. He pulled, and pulled, and pulled th...

The field had been abandoned two years before. Someone had come and hauled off the cattle for the winter and in the spring they didn't c...

A solitary figure stands silhouetted at the bottom of an expanse of gray, its back turned. Directly beyond, seemingly floating in space but ...