An Introduction To Caithness Dialect

Caithness dialect is a language that, until recently while working on my second edition of The Sun Is Snowing which is entitled: The Sun Is Snowing: Poems, Parables and Pictures, I didn't even know existed! It is a Scottish dialect made up of ancient languages like Pictish and Norn! I especially like the language called "Pictish" as it has me imagining that it is a language spoken by all pixies! How divine! Anyway, the Caithness dialect sounds like a heavily-accented English, and has been watered-down through the ages because throughout history, according to my Scottish friend David Shand, the children were taught in school never to speak the local language, but only to speak English! In fact, if the children spoke the local languages in school, a sheep's skull would be tied around their necks to humiliate them! By jove! 

Anyway, you can find out why I needed to learn about the Caithness dialect for my second edition TSIS book, when you get your own copy of it! In the meantime, it is my pleasure introducing you to this language, and I feel honored to be able to share this dialect with so many people who also probably haven't ever heard about it, in their lives! I am an advocate and admirer of ancient language, so this is a thrill for me to do! Enjoy the poem below! 

Div ye mind yer Kaitness hoosie
(Taken from the book: Caithnessian Poems and Plays by John Horne.
As shared with me by David Shand.)

Div ye mind yer Kaitness hoosie wi its wheezy but and ben,
A dowgie sleepin by e' fire, aside a clockin hen;
A dresser set wi bowlies, an a bandbox on a kist,
A cowgie fu o sooans, an' a stoolie wi' a list?
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

Div' ye mind e' greasy grunter wi' his muckle flappan loogs,
An e' chuckens fechtin roond ye for e' sweelans o' e' moogs?
A slated blockie, on a bool, spread dryan in e sun,
While e duekies trail'd his heid-piece roond and roond e' byre for fun
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

Div' ye mind e' Knotty Club wi its game and ragged band,
Fa's clubs wis bandaged kail-runs or anything at hand?
Noo and then a tae wis opened wi' a whistle fae e' ba',
An e' linin o' a pockad wis pit roond it wi' a straw.
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

Div ye mind e' whitened lirkie wi' its mooldy, earthy scent,
An e' blinkin faces roond ye, tryan hard til look intent?
On e' blessed Bible pages, ye drew sheep and stirkies lean,
An ye cut initials in e' pew fan "Thirdly" shut his een.
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

Div ye mind e' jolly schooldays fan ye trowed till play "Skyhigh"
And ye tumbled in a burnie, and skelpt aboot til dry?
Bit yir mithir spread ye on her lap an' exercised her han',
Then chicked ye in yur baba 'cause ye wisna fit till stan'
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

Dive ye mind e' day ye traivelled wi yur faither in a cairt,
Far fae hoosie, kirk and burnie, in e' world til act yir pairt?
Hoo ye turned an looked an looked again, wi a prayer in yeer face,
An vowed til play e' man and bring them no disgrace?
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

The Story of My Books

I really hope that paper and ink books don't get completely overthrown by the ebooks and readers like Amazon's Kindle! When I create my books, it is a form of art! It is my art, it is the paintbrush in my hand, it is my chisel, it is my color palette, it is my violin! I give attention to the choice in paper, the font types, the font sizes, the cover design, the size of the book itself.

When I was a child, I knew that each of my books had a distinct smell! The smell of their paper and binding. But it went beyond that; the textures of the papers told a story beneath the touch of my fingertips, I was able to guess how old a book was based upon how the pages sounded when I turned them, I studied the creases in the covers from where the book had been opened and reopened countless times before. Reading a book, owning a book, to me were unique conquests that were each distinct and  discernible by how the pages of the books sounded, what they smelled like, how the covers creased, what the binding felt like in my hand, how it fit into the palm of my hand, or the pressure it bore on me if I sat with it in my lap!

And from a very early age I had a dream to make books. The idea, the thought of making books enthralled me! The possibility that I myself could bring a book into existence, was such a worthy cause in my mind! Today though, I can see that many people are trading in the old magic for the new enticement of the modern-day "magic" called technology! Faster is better, easier equals better, more for less equates advantage! And so they want to stuff a hundred books into a single device, or pay 99 cents for an entire book they can read on an ipad. It is in this way that people are losing sight of the old magic of reading, similar in the ways that people once lost sight of all the magics of old! They've become now "myths" and "legends"! Things that are not real to the modern-day mind! I dread the day that paper and ink books become a thing of folk tales and gossip!

I take pride in my books, in how I've created them by myself, how every time I create a book I am fulfilling my enamored childhood fantasies! I take pride in being able to do my best in not only writing, but also in the areas of designing and generally pulling a book together! The process of creating a book is something like a miracle, it is the evidence that things belonging to the spiritual realm can be pulled into the physical realm! You have a feeling, the feeling becomes a thought, the thought becomes an execution of action, the action becomes a manuscript, the manuscript is scrutinized and polished, the polished manuscript is bound, then the binding is dreamed up and goes through the same process as the inside of it! It is a rigorous, beautiful evolution, an awe-inspiring growth that begins on the inside, making its way out until the water lily has come to full bloom on the water's surface!

There is such beauty, such deep magic, in everything! But there is that character of man, which, dwelling on the "other" side of his nature, succumbs to the less inspired choices, the quantity over quality, the easier over worthier. Such has been since the beginning of time, from big things down to the small things!

I want to give more, and that's why I truly hope that people will wake up and see that there is no reason to totally exchange the paperback for the ebook. I want people to touch the pages, to feel, smell, and listen! And taste the story as its aromas rise from in between those pages!

Woot! A Gift!

Hello wonderfuls! Over this weekend, you will be able to grab your own copy of my newest release "The Suns Snow And The Sands Move: A thing of magic, a gift of poetry and prose." for 55% OFF! This gift offering will last over this weekend but will expire on Monday, so make sure you grab your copy of my book this weekend! All you've got to do is go to my CreateSpace direct store and enter this code: J8KD7FVA upon checkout! Voila! My book will be on its way to you!

The only thing I ask in return, is that if you can, I would appreciate a written review for my book on Amazon and/or at other online bookstores and/or on your blog to share with others!

For those of you who are bookstore owners/ cafe owners/ just looking to re-sell, THIS is the time to buy a dozen copies for re-selling! This code is actually reserved for bookstores, but I'm handing it out openly over the weekend, out of generosity, which means that, yes, even you, the simple reader with no intentions of re-selling or putting up your own bookstore, can avail of this gift! I call it a gift, because it is a gift, because there's no way I'm going to give away free copies of my paperback, so 55% off IS a gift! It's something supposed to be reserved for bookstores, that I'm making public. That's a gift.

Triple cheers to a HAPPY WEEKEND, everyone!!!!! :)


Yellow-lit Windows

I remember when I was little, I loved to gaze up at scenes like this, because I would try to feel what the people were doing within their  homes all alit with yellow light! I would count how many windows were lit, and then imagine what each person in each home was doing at that moment!

Still one of my favorite things to do!

The vast number of destinies that live and breathe in this world, thrill me to the bone!


(I do not own the photo. Unfortunately, the person who shared the photo doesn't own the photo either, and doesn't know who took it! If you are the owner of this photo, if you took this photo, let me know and I will be more than happy to give you due credit!)

An Evening's Pondering

People say "Tell me all about yourself, tell me what kind of a person you are!"

Then I say "I can say anything that I want to say to make you think what I want you to think, about me.  But wouldn't it be better if you stayed around for a while, took the time to look at me, see me, and know me? Then you could answer your own question!"

The world is turning into a fast-food business, people are forgetting to stop and smell and feel the meal, forgetting to take the time to know what each herb smells like, what each cut of meat tastes like, the texture of each noodle and the crispness of each vegetable. I don't want to bore myself telling people what the meal tastes like, I would rather find fulfillment in telling them to put everything down, take their shoes off, and sit at the table and eat! Then they can tell me what the food tastes like!

If someone refuses to trust me, based on the fact that I won't give them a five-minute speech of what they can expect from me, then I should conclude that the person is an idiot, easily fooled, easily swayed, and I shouldn't waste any of my time getting to know that person, because it would all be futile in the end, anyway!

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With The Rise of the Blue Moon Comes Magic

Along with the rise of the Blue Moon, came a thing of magic! My newest book, The Suns Snow And The Sands Move: A thing of magic, a gift of poetry and prose; is now published and available for purchase!

Most of you don't know this about me, but I am very meticulous when it comes to colors! I always look at the name of a color, not just the hue of it! I think that people subconsciously pick up what the color represents and that's where the impact is! My book cover is painted in a hue called "Seafoam" and the text on the front and back of the cover is all in a color called "Wine"; in my mind's eye, a greatly desirable image is painted at the mere mention of these colors!

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Aug. 31, Copyright Louisa Gouliamaki, Acropolis Hill, Athens, Greece
My emblem as seen incorporated into the cover art of this book as a pendant, was created for me as a person, not necessarily for this book only; it is a symbol of me. This whole book is embedded with symbolism, from the choice of colors to the cover art to the interior of the book to the writings themselves. Enjoy the magical journey!
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