Original Antique Map of Sussex by Emanuel Bowen

From the Large English Atlas by Emanuel Bowen circa 1760. Very decorative and denotes valuable agricultural commercial and political details relating to Sussex.   Beautiful copy of this fascinating map.

See here for full details: 18th century map of the county Sussex by Emanuel Bowen

Condition: Good imprint, later hand colouring, tacked with tape in all corners to a backing board.

Biography:

Emanuel Bowen fl. 1714 -1767

An 18th century map and print seller, who worked in London from about 1714, producing some of the best and attractive maps of the century. A recurring feature of Bowen’s work, evident even on the early road maps, was his habit of filling every corner and space of the map with jottings and footnotes, both historical and topographical.

One of his earliest engraved works Britannia Depicta, published in 1720 contained over two hundred road maps together with a miniature county map of each of the counties of England and Wales. It was an unusual feature of the atlas that the maps were engraved on both sides of each page, and this resulted in a handier sized book.

He also issued with John Owen a book of road maps based, as was usual at the time, on Ogilby but again incorporating his own style of historical and heraldic detail.

Inspite of his royal appointments and apparent prosperity he died in poverty and his son, who carried on the business was no more fortunate and died in a Clerkenwell workhouse in 1790.
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Lexington
Grab your hat and boots and head out to Austin City Saloon in Woodhill, Lexington’s original country bar and home of John Michael Montgomery. Long time southern rocker and country crooner Larry Redmon has his own place (Redmon’s) downstairs at the corner of Main and Cheapside. New on the scene: the Silver Spur Saloon for a foot-stompin’ good time. If you are looking for a line dancing, bull-riding kind of place, check out Cadillac Ranch on Palumbo Drive. Kenny Whalen and the Travelers play regularly at Music Land in Paris….smoke and alcohol free. For more information, visit the Lexington Destination Guide.

As Seth spoke these affirmations to himself, suddenly the Kingdom became dark. It was as if someone had blown out a candle. Seth took another deep breath to keep the panic from rising in his chest again.

Miriam jumped up from the rock she’d been sitting on. “This is my favorite part.” She stared at the sky where hundreds of thousands of stars seemed to wink back at her. Seth stared at the stars with Miriam with his mouth open in awe of their magnitude.

Then, a bright light flashed through the sky. Seth held up his shield to protect his eyes. When the light became bearable, Seth peeked over his shield and saw a miraculous sight.

Large white beings–which he had not seen since his first day in the Kingdom–lined the sky. They stood in rows, like a traditional army formation.

But Seth noticed immediately that the angels were not the source of the light. In front of the formation stood the Prince. He was dressed in white and carried a large sword. Light radiated from his skin and lit up the entire sky.

Glory, was all Seth could think.

The Prince held up his sword and, as if on cue, the angels began harmoniously chanting. “Glory to the Most High! Glory to the Most High!” Despite its simplicity, the chant could only be described as beautiful. Anna and Miriam both swayed to the angels’ rhythm, closed their eyes, and nodded their heads in agreement.

As they continued chanting, Seth, for a moment, took his eyes off of the wondrous sight of the angels because something else caught his eye. He saw large beings, just like the angels, cloaked in black. They wore hoods over their heads and their large red eyes shined from underneath the hood. In front of them was an even larger being. It too wore black but the hood of its cloak was pulled back revealing its scaly, snake-like head. It looked around at those watching from below. Chills traveled down Seth’s spine as the dark being made eye contact with him for a moment before turning its attention back on the Prince. It raised its sword and the dark angels began to chant, “Great is our King! Praise be to Lucifer!”

“Lucifer!” Seth exclaimed. He rushed over to where Anna was sitting and whispered, “That’s the devil?”

Anna nodded.

“He looks different than I imagined. No red horns or a tail.”

Miriam, who had been listening, burst into laughter. “No one ever thinks he looks the way that he should. That never ceases to humor me.”

They all turned their attention back to the showdown in the sky. Each side continued shouting their own chants. The combination of sounds created a wild cacophony that vibrated against their metal helmets.

Seth’s instinct was to start taking off his helmet so he could cover his ears. As soon as he brought his hands to the helmet, Anna was standing in front of him.

“No!” she yelled above the noise.

The chanting grew louder.

“Are you crazy?” Miriam tried to yell. At this point, Seth was trying to read their lips.

“Do not take this off,” Anna mouthed.

Seth, confused, was left wanting a reason as to why he couldn’t remove his helmet as Anna return to the rock on which she’d been sitting. However, his attention was quickly diverted to a change in the scene in the sky.

Both sides stopped their chants and faced off in silence. The Other King slowly lifted his sword toward the Prince and let out an all-around inhuman yell that grated against the eardrums of those below. The minions of the Other King immediately swept in and launched an attack against the Kingdom Angels.

The Angels met the minions in the middle and the battle officially began. Each side seemed to emit different lights. The angels had a bright white aura that surrounded them. When their swords collided with those of the Other Kingdom, a bright green light flashed from the supernatural metal. The minions, whom Seth had by now decided had to be demons, emitted various shades of black and gray. When their swords met the angels’ swords, a flash of red spouted up into the air.

Seth watched the magnificent–and colorful–scene with his mouth open. Anna watched Seth with a smile, relishing her Kingdom buddy’s first battle.

As he watched the battle, that familiar peace settled over him. The Prince must  be near. He thought this while breathing in the tranquility in the air. Seth took a quick survey of his surroundings, and sure enough the Prince was walking toward someone whose back was turned. At this point, Seth also noticed a stirring, like a tickle, in his gut similar to the feeling he had when he got his assignment.

The Prince was now talking to the person whose back faced Seth. Then, the person turned around and Seth felt confused and amazed at what he saw. The person was a woman. Well, at least Seth thought she was a woman. He had a hard time focusing his eyes on her because it seemed as though she was constantly moving. The skin on her face glistened and Seth could feel a heat radiating from her. She wore armor similar to the citizens’, except she did not wear a helmet.

Seth walked over and sat next to Anna. “Who is that?” he mouthed as the battle raged on above them.

“The Prime Minister,” Anna responded.

Seth looked back over to where the Prime Minister and the Prince had been standing. And he saw that a crowd of children had formed around the Prince. He picked up one of the smallest and gently tossed her into the air. The others pulled on his pant legs and called his name, “Jesus.” Seth was surprised that they used his name so simply and openly. The Prince smiled and gave out hugs freely. They giggled together and sat on the grass as the Prince began to tell a story.

Seth was so caught up in watching the Prince with the children that he did not notice someone come and sit next to him.

“Hello Seth,” the Prime Minister said simply. She didn’t yell, she didn’t have to scream, she just talked. She spoke in a way that made Seth feel as though she was speaking into his soul.

He turned and tried to look at the Prime Minister. Again, he had trouble focusing his eyes on her.

She took his face in her hands and looked directly into his eyes. But somehow, Seth knew that she wasn’t looking at his eyes. She was looking at his heart.

“Let me in, Seth. I can protect you and guide you away from trouble. Let me in. I love you.”

I want to, Seth thought. But how?

“Trust me,” she said, hearing his thoughts. “Use your sword to know me. Be willing and I’ll be there, always.”

With that, she stood up and walked back to where the Prince was laughing with the children. Her words rang in Seth’s ears. Be willing. He knew he had to want the Prime Minister to work on his heart. He also realize that he needed to know the Constitution, his sword. He opened the book to the index in the back and looked up “fear.” Several verses fell under that heading.

“Hey, Miriam, where’s that passage you said earlier about fear?”

Miriam, who had been watching the battle intensly, reluctantly tore her eyes away. “Psalm 27. It’s my favorite Psalm.”

As Seth fumbled with his Constitution trying to find Psalm 27, the Prince stood and looked into the distance in the direction of Kingdom High. Anna and Miriam followed his gaze and saw bright lights of all colors shooting into the air. Blues and yellows, purples and reds. The sound of music and singing traveled faintly to their ears. Anna nudged Seth and nodded toward the lights.

“What’s that?” he asked. They still couldn’t hear each other over the battle but they had become pretty good at reading lips.

“It’s praise,” Miriam responded.

“Praise is often the most powerful and wonderful during a battle or storm,” Anna explained. With that, she ran back into the firehouse. After a couple minutes, she ran back out with her hands full. She passed around tambourines, maracas, small cymbals, a few handbells, and some bongos. She kept a tambourine for herself , handed one to Miriam, and gave Seth a bongo. Miriam and Anna, both practiced praisers, immediately began playing their tambourines and danced around to their own rhythms. Seth watched as lights of all different shades began shooting up like fireworks from the crowd as more people began praising. Random shouts of “Hallelujah!” “Hosanna” “Praise Him!” and “Jesus” filled the air.

It was contagious. Seth soon found himself bopping his head and banging on the bongos Anna had given him. “Hallelujah!” he yelled, bursting with happiness.

He took a moment to look up at the sky and saw that the Kingdom’s Angels were soundly beating the demons of the Other Kingdom. Anna danced over toward him. “Don’t stop. Praise defeats the enemy!” She began to sing a song and never stopped dancing. Seth went back to praising and kept an eye on the battle. The Prince and the Prime Minister both had joined the angels and their skill was evident. The Prime Minister especially moved with grace and skillfully wielded her sword. Despite seeing her at work in the battle, Seth could also almost physically feel her in his heart giving him peace and strengthening his faith. With that realization, he sang a little louder.

Suddenly, Seth felt something small and light bounce off the back of his breastplate. He ignored it and kept on praising. Then, he felt a series of small things hit his helmet. He spun around quickly and was surprised to see Lilah hiding behind some bushes with a handful of pebbles. She hurriedly motioned for him to come to her.

He slowly walked toward Lilah glancing over his shoulder at Anna and Miriam, who were still dancing with their backs to him. When he reached her behind the bushes, she sat on the ground cross-legged and looked up at him with a smile. It was at this moment that Seth realized Lilah wasn’t wearing a helmet.

“Where’s your helmet?”

“We don’t need them here,” she responded.

“Really?”

“Yes, take yours off so you can hear me better.”

Seth paused for a moment. Something in his gut said he shouldn’t remove his helmet. But Lilah seemed fine. So, he sat down, slowly removed his helmet, and began to sit it down next to him.

As soon as his helmet hi the ground, he heard his name being called by a raspy but oddly soothing voice. “Seth, come to me, Seth.” It was the same voice Seth had heard right before his car crashed.

“Do you hear that?” Seth asked Lilah.

Lilah nodded her head. “Just listen.”

“Does your King say he loves you?” the voice asked.

“Yes, of course. I’m his son and he loves me.”

“What is love, Seth?”

Seth hesitated, unsure of how to answer.

“Is love full of rules and rituals?”

“No.” Seth said firmly.

“I love you, Seth. And unlike the King you call your own, I will give you antyhing you want. That’s love. I’ll give you your every desire.”

“Who are you?”

“Simply someone who wants to be the love of your life.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want to be your King. Come to me.”

“If you come to him,” Lilah spoke softly, “you can have me.”

Seth’s eyes widened at the proposition. He knew something wasn’t right but still he felt a pull toward Lilah and the voice.

He then felt his helmet slamming down on his head. The pull was gone immediately. He turned and saw Anna motioning for him to stand up. Seth quickly stood and held Anna’s hand.

She began to shout into the atmosphere. “We shall worship the Lord our God and him only shall we serve! You can’t have him!”

She glared at Lilah, who smiled calmly. “My King wants us to love our enemies, but I’m going to need some time on this one.” With that, she walked away pulling Seth along behind her.

When they rejoined the group of citizens, who were still praising, Seth heard that raspy voice yelling, “Pull back! Retreat!”

Seth looked up at the sky and saw that the Angels had destroyed over half of the demonic forces. The hooded beings pulled back and flew toward the mountains. A cheer erupted from the crowd.

The battle was over and the Kingdom, naturally, had won.

This emo ringtone is fraught with apathy and pathetic loneliness at the same time. “Someone somewhere has a phone up to their ear/waiting/hoping/wanting me to take their call” and a touch of the obvious thrown in for fun. I like it.

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Jorge

Some things in this life are literally stunning in their unabashed truthfulness. This outgoing message was one of them.

Placing a call to a woman, one month dead

After
thirty days,
there was still
a working phone
with an answering
machine,

sitting
atop two unopened
QVC boxes
in an otherwise
empty house.

“This is a
message phone.

No name,
no number,
no message,
no answer.”

In keeping with both my promise of more work, and the recent theme of restlessness inherent in the drought of writing, I give you:

Not a short story, essay, haiku or limerick

It feels, tonight, as though
I should be writing,
penning a short story,
a poem or two, an essay—
for God’s sake,
at least a haiku or limerick.

So I prepare my mind
for the task at hand in my
pseudo-traditional way,
scraping together a stiff drink
of gin and club soda and lemon
(as I am out of tonic and lime)
and heading outside to enjoy
this and a cigarette in the
cool night fog of summer.

I light with a cardboard match
from a hotel book, douse it
with the dew settling on the
table, and press my pen
to the paper. And wait.
And sip. And
drag. And swill.
And wait. And
pull. And gulp.
And blow. And
wait.

Finally, after the cigarette
is burnt to a nub, and there’s
not a gulp’s worth left in
my low-ball glass or a word
down on the page, I sigh
and lean back in my chair,
trying to figure out whether
that bright speck in the sky
is Venus or Jupiter. Eventually,

I open the white storm door
and head back inside, not yet
convinced that tonight was
not meant for writing, but
that I will need a bit more
coaxing before anything
spills out onto the page.

Quite frankly, I’m still waiting…

I have been away too long, the product of some faulty keys. But I’m back now. -TW

Truth be told
Offering my name would have no impact;
Peace gained from knowledge is ephemeral at best.
However…
Everyone enjoys a good
Riddle, and I refuse to be so easy to divulge information.
Will many think that
I come to antagonize? I come in
Love! Though I
Suspect some may
Opine that
Nefarious things are afoot!

Written: 10.20.09 | Photographed: 10.27.09

Horizon 6 by Jessica Torrant, 2009
Textured acrylic painting on 12″ x 12″ x 1″ gallery wrapped canvas

Horizon 5 by Jessica Torrant, 2009
Textured acrylic painting on 12″ x 12″ x 1″ gallery wrapped canvas

Horizon 4 by Jessica Torrant, 2009
Textured acrylic painting on 12″ x 12″ x 1″ gallery wrapped canvas

Horizon 3 by Jessica Torrant, 2009
Textured acrylic painting on 12″ x 12″ x 1″ gallery wrapped canvas

Horizon 1 by Jessica Torrant, 2009
Textured acrylic painting on 12″ x 12″ x 1″ gallery wrapped canvas

Wo ich doch beim letzten mal was von Neuer Klassik und so erzählt habe, erhielt ich hier einen guten Tipp, was mich wieder daran erinnerte. Naja, ich schieb die Erinnerung jetzt mal auf die Violinen, aber die Mädels sind der Hammer und Klasse, das reicht ja auch schon. Unbedingt mal anschauen! Toxicity- System of a Down – okay vielleicht können sie beim nächsten mal auch dazu singen.

Please excuse any and all grammar mistakes this was a rough draft…..

Last Breath

One dare…how could Mackenzie have been so stupid? Participating in such a childish game….truth or dare only caused trouble. She hesitantly walked up the rusted stairs that led to the front door.

“Condemned: No Trespassing” the letter on the door read. “Condemned” her ass! This house had been condemned since before she was born, the town was just too cheap to actually level the place.  The only thing this place became known for was being a teenage hangout where they would hangout to drink booze and smoke pot. The irony is that this house use to be one of the better houses on the block about forty years ago. A white colonial house with black painted shudders and a red door, the lawn was always cut and they had a white picket fence. A nice house for couples to start a family in, but that was forty years ago. Now the bright red door was faded and paint had chipped off, the white house was more of dull white, most of the black shudders had turned gray and had  either fallen off, or where on their last hinge. The grass was brown because it was now fall and it was very cold out for only being September, the weatherman this morning even said that they could get snow flurries later into the night.

“Don’t be chicken just go inside already, I’m freezing!” Jordan yelled from the walkway rubbing her arms quickly to gain just a little bit of warmth.

Mackenzie turned, shaking her head as she glared at Jordan. She made the dare sound so easy. All Mackenzie had to do was go into the house, go up to the second floor and lay on the bed that was in the master bedroom for two minutes with her eyes closed. It was easier said than done since everyone in the town knew that the place was haunted.

Yes…haunted.

            At one point there was a couple that had just moved into the house and had lived there for about two years before the incident happened. It was much unexpected to the people who lived around them. They were always very friendly, saying “hi” to anyone who passed by and seemed to have their life together. On the inside of the house, there were many troubles. The couple was going to be late on their mortgage payment; the wife was unemployed and refused to get a job, believing that the man of the house should be the one to have employment, but he was only the manager of a gas station and was not making enough to keep up with the house. They fought often and could never be in the same room for long. They tried everything to make it work but they could feel it was about time to get a divorce but the wife did not believe in divorces so they kept trying to make it work.  The husband though, did not want to try to make it work any longer because he had already started to take a liking to one of his coworkers, a college student just working during the summer months. The wife being of the jealous type had picked this up quickly. She would ever so often check his phone records and his emails just to see what he was up too when she saw one number come up often over the couple of months.

 A year went by, the affair had yet to cease and the husband had no intention of telling the wife anytime soon. The wife couldn’t take it anymore, how could someone who made a vow to always be with her, have an affair?! She loved him too much and no one was going to take him away from her.

According to reports the wife had told the husband that she would be going on a trip and would be gone for the weekend. The husband took this opportunity to have his girlfriend come and spend the night, not knowing that the wife would be there the whole time. When she went up to their room she saw the girl sleeping in the bed and the husband was in the bathroom. The wife had taken her husband .38 and shot the husband in the back of the head and had suffocated the girl to death with pillow. She was arrested a few days later but had somehow escaped, and shot herself in the same room she had killed her husband and the girl. The wife could not bear the thoughts of killing the two and took her own life.

The tale is that the wife is still roaming the house and will suffocate any girl who is around the same age as the girl who was in love with her husband if they lay in the bed.

            That was her dare…to prove that the house was not haunted.

Mackenzie opened the door and poked her head in to find that no one was in there. She then walked in and silently tip-toed her way to the stairs. There was spray paint on every inch of each wall and broken beer bottles were spread across the floor. It smelled like mold and the house was just as cold as outside because all the windows had been broken a long time ago. She went up one stair only to make a very large creek. She took another step and the same noise occurred. The house was deathly silent making the sounds echo even louder.

            When she finally made it up the stairs she stopped, there were only two rooms, the guest room and the master bedroom. Mackenzie glanced behind her…she could have sworn she shut the door.

            She went back down the stairs to look around the few rooms to make sure no one was going to scare her into shock…there was no one.  She quickly went back up the stairs and into the bedroom.

            There was the bed with only a ripped, ugly looking box spring. Mackenzie made a look in disgust as she walked around over to the side the girl had lied on. She sat down and looked around again. The place was still just as quite as when she was entered. Mackenzie took a deep breath and then lied down on the box spring. 

She closed her eyes and started to count to 120.

“1…2…3…4…5-AH!” Mackenzie had felt something crawl up her arm causing her to jump off the bed. She looked around everywhere to find that it was only a daddy longlegs. She shivered inwardly regretting doing this dare even more as she lay back down. As her eyes closed once again she began to count. 

            As she counted higher and higher her eyes began to feel heavy and the thumping of her heart rang louder in her ears, breathing became more difficult by each number. She tried to get up but her body would not move.

****

Jordan waited five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen but Mackenzie still did not come out. She thought that Mackenzie was playing a game on her for pay back, so decided to leave and wait for Mackenzie back at home.

            Mackenzie did not come out of the house that night though, and was never able to return to her normal life after that.

            According to the report she had died of suffocation, cause unknown.

Goggi Thalmeier Ausstellung im Sparkassensaal Dorfen

Dorfen (pr) – Zum 100. Geburtstag des Dorfener Originals Goggi Thalmeier veranstaltete der Kulturelle Arbeitskreis eine Ausstellung mit Eröffnungsshow und Gala-Abend. In liebevoller Detailarbeit präsentiert man im Sparkassen-Saal das Lebenswerk des Goggi Thalmeier, der am 12.November seinen runden Geburtstag gehabt hätte.

Bei der Ausstellungseröffnung wurden zahlreiche Ausschnitte aus dem künstlerischen Wirken des Dorfener “Mr. Fasching” gezeigt, was für viele Lacher sorgte. Primär natürlich Szenen aus der Dorfener Maschkera, die Goggi wie kein anderer geprägt hat. Auch einen Fernsehauftritt kann er verbuchen – eine der Hauptrollen in der BR-Produktion “Die Apostelwascher”. Altbürgermeister Hermann Simmerl führte an dem Abend durchs Programm und wusste auch einige Anekdoten über seinen Freund Goggi Thalmeier zu erzählen.

v. links: Jürgen Weißkopf, Hermann Simmerl, Gottfried Rudi und Thomas Thalmeier

Bei der Galavorstellung durften die Zuschauer das Dorfener Original noch einmal ausführlich erleben. Mit seiner “Klara” – seiner Klarinette – wusste er das Publikum bestens zu unterhalten, wo immer er auftrat. Als Regisseur und – wie man heute sagen würde – Comedian machte er sich weit über die Dorfener Stadtgrenze hinaus einen Namen. Doch er blieb seiner Heimatstadt immer treu und prägte ihre Kultur.

Thomas Thalmeier (r.) lässt Goggi´s Drehorgel erklingen

I know you know me … so much so well … still learning … still growing … not just some silly love spell … You shaped me … helped mould me … the secret I shall not tell … my darling … my everything …  I am here now for you are my life … when you’re not with me … you’re the air I breathe … gave me wings and let me fly … down for anything … you just call me … you know I’m here … anywhere and anytime … When you are distant … I know why it’s needed … it’s part of how I belong … if ever you must turn me away … I know it’s ok … Just knowing you makes me strong … I trust your judgment … no questions asked … for you water the soil for every song … when you treat me like a Queen … never judge for where I’ve been … shown me completely … total security … you cannot leave me lost in everything … understand me … being there for me … more than anyone in ways only you could show … I know you too well … why you do what you do … this journey together we both chose … right from the beginning … no pretense … passion like a whirlwind … all my fears you allowed me to let go … I’m so grateful for you my one and only … let them all continue to believe … we are meant to be … add to the mystery … they will run with whatever they are told!

All my love ~ forevermore xxx

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- 不知道會延續多久的小故事。

他討厭這樣，已經不想，絕對不想再夢到了。

黑色的汙濁攀上他垂下的手，上頭有著利齒的笑臉咬著、笑著。他害怕手流出的鮮血。只要一想到那個人所握過的手被烙上難看的痕跡，他便感到恐懼。那些黑色的利刃並不牢靠，用力一甩便消退。

他們期盼的小手又伸了上來，歪斜地咯咯笑著提醒他，那要必須是現在他不是身處漆黑的惡夢才能看得見。

瞧，真是個幸運的傢伙！

迴響在屋內的竊竊私語無法阻止去聽見的欲望，惡意的耳語與嘲笑的耳語互相交換彼此得意的見解。

沒關係的，少爺。

他知道還是有著關心的耳語，微弱而溫暖。他發現自己還有著更多的幸福，他發現自己──

Maybe there will be an update soon.

Check the bare metal wheel. You can see the burns from the welds.