#hollie mcnish

[shy-girl04]

Hollie McNish

[theeunbeecoming]

For you and your incredible face.

[tempogrotto]

“Conversation with an Archaeologist”

he said they’d found a brothel on the dig he did last night I asked him how they know he sighed: a pit of babies’ bones a pit of newborn babies’ bones was how to spot a brothel

[chronically-ghosted]

day before a 5 day holiday weekend. office empty. got me thinking thoughts.

[kittenwivfangs]

Antigone but by Holly McNish ......

[macfrog]

have you ever shared a list of your favorite books? if not, i’d love to hear about what you’re into!

i don't think i have! let's get into it (i'm quite boring, sorry in advance)

i love coming of age stuff, books written for or by women, bonus points if it's weird and twisty and ugly. i like to be haunted by a story after i've finished it, for one reason or another. some that fit into those categories are ;

➵ fen and sisters, both by daisy johnson. this woman is my god. i could (and will) scream about her all day long do not get me started i will become insufferable :)

➵ salt slow by julia armfield. a petting zoo of women who bite. magical realism in all its juicy, icky glory. shout out to formerly feral, but the entire thing is theeee shittttt

➵ chlorine by jade song. menacing, addictive, brutal. couldn't bring myself to love nor hate the main character and that's what made her so brilliant.

➵ normal people by sally rooney. just some real, heart-splitting writing that makes it hurt to be human. what's funny is the show didn't do it for me, but i found the book devastating

➵ slug by hollie mcnish. different vibe to the others on this list, but never fails to make me cry. grief, girlhood, grandmothers and good humor and what's not to love there!!!!

➵ to kill a mockingbird by harper lee. because sometimes i just wanna throw on my overalls and hang from a tire swing in maycomb, ok? it's healing. it's who i am. (comfort book of all time)

i have a reading list as long as my arm, but feel free to stop by with recs, or scream about your own favorites anytime. i love hearing what y’all think .xx

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Author Stats for BFB

When putting together the Best Fantasy Book polls, I noticed that a lot of authors were popular choices, so I thought I'd do a little post about our most popular authors from ones that are in the list only twice to the most common author we have!

The preliminary round for BFB starts tomorrow!

2 Times

J. R. R. Tolkien

Erin Morgenstern

Cassandra Clare

Eoin Colfer

Terry Pratchett

Laini Taylor

Jim Butcher

Robin Hobb

R. F. Kuang

Samantha Shannon

Shannon Hale

Jonathan Stroud

Seanan McGuire

Enid Blyton

Clive Barker

Alix E. Harrow

Scott Westerfeld

Raymond E. Feist

Wayne Thomas Batson

Xiran Jay Zhao

Lloyd Alexander

Meagan Spooner

Katherine Addison

Christina Henry

Gene Wolfe

N. D. Wilson

Emily Rodda

Jude Watson

Ellen Kushner

Cliff McNish

C. J. Cherryh

Garry Kilworth

3 Times

Rick Riordan

Roald Dahl

Brandon Sanderson

Cornelia Funke

Gail Carson Levine

Garth Nix

T. Kingfisher

Patricia C. Wrede

Robin McKinley

Kieron Gillen

Francis Hardinge

4 Times

Holly Black

V. E. Schwab

Naomi Novik

5 Times

Diana Wynne Jones

6 Times

Tamora Pierce

9 Times

Neil Gaiman

Mercedes Lackey

[autumnhobbit]

“How common, in antiquity, are the fundamental tenets of humanism: that humans—no matter their sex, their place of origin, their class—are all of equal value; and that those who walk in darkness must be brought into light? Not common at all, I would say. Indeed, I would go so far as to say that their fusion was pretty much a one-off.

In other words, secular humanism is just Christianity with nothing upstairs.”

[leonieanderson]

Most people do not like fighting; most people want to invite neighbours round for cake sometimes; most people pick flowers and wrap them in paper when a lover needs more colour in their day; most people in most languages most mornings are mainly talking about breakfast; most people make tea when friends visit; most people want to live; most people want most people to live.

Hollie McNish

[tailsbeth-writes]

Thanks for the tag @heybuddy-drabbles!

Last Song: Death of a Party - Blur (I've been listening to the All of Us Strangers Soundtrack a lot)

Favourite Colour: Burnt orange (this changes monthly I'd say 😅)

Last Film/Show: Pride/Drag Race Belgium

Sweet/savoury/spicy: Sweet mostly but a lil spicy

Last Thing I Googled: The address of the house my writing group just booked for a retreat ✒️

Last Book: Completed - Honeybloods by I.S. Belle. Currently reading - A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara/The King's Assassin by Benjamin Woolley/Nobody Told Me by Hollie Mcnish (Yes, I'm ridiculous)

Relationship Status: Single

Current Obsessions: Drag Race (I just finished Germany yesterday, watching US & UK Vs The World as they air and I just started Belgium s2 😇), Red, White & Royal Blue and um gender? Figuring myself out has been a journey 😅

Tag you're it: @duchessdepolignaca03 @candyspandemonium @firenati0n @myheartalivewrites @cricketnationrise & open tag as usual 💛

[shy-girl04]

the problem with ageing

is that by twenty-one years old

everything’s allowed: every film,

every spirit, every sexual position –

and all you have to wait for

is a free ride on the bus,

and half-price half-size lunches

if i were minister of culture

i would alter legislation:

beer and wine with food at sixteen;

vodka jelly, nineteen; gin at twenty-one;

twister lollies, twenty-three;

hot-air balloon rides, thirty

candyfloss at thirty-eight

cocktails only when you’re forty-one

baileys, sixty-seven

imagine the parties; frantic groups

of adults, skin still too unlived

to buy martinis at the bar, calling up their elders

for tips on how to contour wrinkles

guys pleading with bouncers

they are definitely forty, even forty-three

grey hair dye flying from the shelves

grandmas begged outside the offy

friends telling friends they’re so lucky

to look fifty when they’re only

early-forties so they can finally get into

the penguin enclosure at the zoo

and at the fun fair,

queues of sixty-year-old lovers

old enough at last

to ride the ferris wheel at night

outside the cinema,

just-retired friends scrunching faces

fake walking sticks and wigs,

to sneak into the new erotic movie;

certificate eighty-seven

and at ninety-five,

for those lucky few who make it

hobbling to the sweet shop

legal age at last

to buy watermelon bubble gum

and blow it in the street

Hollie McNish

[wortzentriert]

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[clouds-hide-the-stars]

Dandelions by Hollie McNish

when it all seems too much

and I wonder why we’re here

and I think about the sun

and I wonder why it’s there

and my daughter points to space

and the emptiness upsets me

and I lament my lack of god

and I wish that one would find me

and I worry what is out there

and I wonder what the point is

and I panic about death

and I panic it’s all pointless

and I wonder when space stops

and what the fuck we’re on this rock for

I think of strawberries in the summer

firmed ripe and juicy

and how perfectly dandelion seeds

are made to helicopter breezes

procreating across fields

and I remind myself

this is not all about you, hollie

[whenallisquiet]

eating whole carrots, Hollie McNish

[hoursofreading]

There’s a very short and very brutal poem by the Scottish poet Hollie McNish, written in 2019 and titled “Conversation with an archaeologist”: he said they’d found a brothel on the dig he did last night I asked him how they know he sighed: a pit of babies’ bones a pit of newborn babies’ bones was how to spot a brothel

“It’s true, you know,” said the writer and lawyer Helen Dale when we had lunch in London last year and I mentioned this poem, which I chose as one of the epigraphs to my book The Case Against the Sexual Revolution. Helen was a classicist before she was a lawyer, and as a younger woman she had taken part in archaeological excavations of ancient Roman sites. “First you find the erotic statuary,” she went on, “and then you dig a bit more and you find the male infant skeletons.” Male, of course, because the males were of no use to the keepers of Roman brothels, whereas the female infants born to prostituted women were raised into prostitution themselves. I realize that this is not a nice thing to think about. Personally, I find that if I let my mind rest for more than a moment on these tiny extinguished lives, and on the cruelty of the society that regarded their suffering as an acceptable consequence of the need to satiate male lust, I experience a painful, squeezing, swooping sensation in my chest that I’ve discovered only since I became a mother myself

[meilooruns-a-go-go]

Poem: When I Am Dead, Will You Finally Shut The Fuck Up

For anyone else who danced to britney spears in her school uniform whilst being told that using a tampon was like having sex...and other teenage absurdities! -- Hollie McNish, poet

YouTube video link

YouTube treats this poetry reading as adult content, which makes it show up here as a big, black box with a warning instead of the video link. That's why I've used a screenshot from the video, instead. It's just the poet reading a poem from her book, Slug.

The poem is about being being given wildly conflicting rules by society about how to go through life when you have a vagina. It may sound incredibly familiar to a great many of us.