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Sydney welcomes James Bond

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 01:10:00 +0000

Quantam of Solace

James Bond star Daniel Craig has greeted hundreds of excited fans at the Australian premiere in Sydney of the new Bond film Quantam of Solace, accompanied by his stunning co-star Olga Kurylenko.
Craig says he would love to film a 007 movie in Australia.
Bond spends much of his time visiting exotic locations and Craig says he would love it if Australia was included in a future film.
A host of Australian stars turned out for the premiere including Rove McManus, Megan Gale, Andy Lee, Ruby Rose, Jason Dundas and Nash Edgerton.
Quantum Of Solace is the 22nd Bond movie, with Craig returning for a second appearance as 007 following Casino Royale. It opens nationally on November 19.

Craig says he would love to film a 007 movie in Australia (AAP: Tracey Nearmy)

The top 100 Australian books

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 12:04:00 +0000

The 100 most commonly held Australian books in public libraries

Source: Public Lending Right Committee Annual Report 2007-2008.

World's Top 10 Tech Billionaires

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 04:43:00 +0000

The amazing Art of Bernard Buffet

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:03:00 +0000

( 1928 - 1999 )

Affiche de l'exposition "La mort"
Galerie Maurice Garnier (2000)

"Painting, we do not talk about it,
we do not analyse it,
we feel it."

Bernard Buffet

" Entered in painting as we got in religion,
he found a land of refuge, his workshop.
What from anxiety or serenity will keep him compagny ?
Again, a useless questions ...
We always talk too much "

Annabel Buffet - 1984

signatures
Source: Bernard Buffet

Is Your Blog Pink?

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 00:32:00 +0000

Join the Pink Sisterhood! *

Mariuca @ Mariuca's Perfume Gallery has tagged me with this really great meme for Breast Cancer..
PoeARTica has gone pink this month like my other two blogs.. laketrees and The Top Artists' Directory...

Mariuca was tagged by Mrs. Ezman

And now here is the tag and the rules:
Put the logo in your blog.
Add a link to the person who shared it with you.
Nominate at least 7 other blogs
Add your link to the list of participants below
Leave a message for your nominee on their blog.

PINK Sisterhood
1- Fara 2- Massy 3- N.O.Y 4- Mariuca 5- A Great Pleasure 6- LadyJava 7- Kim 8- Pink Thoughts 9- Turn-u-Off 10- Roxiticus Desperate Housewives 11- STAY AT HOME MOM 12- YOU Next!

I am tagging ALL of my readers who have pink blogs...YOU know who you are ;) ;)

Fashion's New Vocabulary

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 03:43:00 +0000

Article: The Daily Telegraph

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Men in pink
SEE Sydney's hot stars who are not afraid of wearing pink in public!

Make Poverty History

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 14:00:00 +0000

African American Flood Victims Lined Up to Get Food and Clothing From Red Cross Relief StationFrom the archives of LIFE magazine

Make Poverty History

Poverty, a word, A cause
A journey with no applause

Poverty
So many speak, too few listen
Pound in the tin, Conscience in pocket

Poverty
A cudgel taken up on my behalf
They take my voice, Ignore my words

Poverty
Level the scales balance the need
Enough for everyone No time for greed

Poverty
The latest dance, do you hear the rhythm?
Do you know the rhyme?

Poverty
Words that explode, none of them are mine
Poverty to History, Injustice will not confine

Poverty
Make poverty History’ sounds so divine
If it sooths your conscience, fine

Poverty
I should be grateful shouldn’t I?
Not raise questions, but learn to die

Poverty
Sweet charity, Blind Indifference
Do you know me, Can you see me
Will you hear me
Poverty.

Adrian Wait

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World Poverty for Dummies
Marland
Description:
Discover the causes and effects of poverty — and how you can make a difference.
Worldwide, 2.74 billion people survive on less than US$2 a day, and each day, nearly 30,000 children die from illnesses that are either preventable or can easily be cured. But you can make a difference. With World Poverty For Dummies, you’ll find out about the building blocks of poverty, as well as its varying causes and manifestations in different regions around the world. Most importantly, you’ll also discover what you can do — from changing your consumer choices or lobbying your government, to becoming an aid worker.
World Poverty For Dummies covers:
The geography of poverty
The shadows of the past, such as colonialism and the slave trade
Conflict and natural disasters
The cult of bribery, corruption and theft
The impact of aid, trade rules, world markets and debt
Hunger and thirst, education, and women and poverty
About the Author:
Sarah Marland is campaign manager at Amnesty International Australia.
Lindsay Rae is head of learning and culture within the Policy and Programs Group at World Vision Australia.
Ashley Clements is a former advocacy officer for World Vision Australia and is now working as an aid worker in the Middle East.
Adam Valvasori is campaign manager at The Body Shop Australia, and developed World Vision Australias youth website (stir.org.au/stir/).

Check it out!!!
WIN: The Learn About Poverty Blog Action Day Competition

Australian Writers in the Top 100 books of all time

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 01:56:00 +0000

More than 26,000 votes from the public were received for the poll - the fifth such poll - which features a diverse list of books, including 22 Australian titles.

'Shocked' … Australian author Markus Zusak with the numerous translations of his international bestseller The Book Thief , which reached No.7 on the popularly voted list.
Photo: Helen Nezdropa

Book Thief author steals top 10 spot

HE HAS topped The New York Times bestseller list and now author Markus Zusak has made his debut in an Australian top 10.
He joins fellow Australian authors Tim Winton and Isobelle Carmody in the top 10,
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Top 100 books of all time

Jacket magazine

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 15:09:00 +0000

at: http://jacketmagazine.com/

‘The prince of online poetry magazines is Jacket, run from Australia by the poet John Tranter.... The design is beautiful, the contents awesomely voluminous, the slant international modernist and experimental.’

― Peter Forbes, Guardian (UK)

John recently featured one of my Kurri Kurri murals in a recent book review at:
Jacket 36 - Late 2008 - Greg McLaren: «The Kurri-Kurri Book of the Dead» reviewed by Nick Riemer

many thanks John

Clockwork

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 23:11:00 +0000

Clockwork sun, and clockwork moon,
You have your paths to take.
And on this earth,
This clockwork earth,
We follow in your wake.

Clockwork life, and clockwork death,
We're built from wood and tears,
Inside these eyes,
These clockwork eyes,
I hide my deepest fears.

Clockwork smile, and clockwork laugh,
I bring all people joy,
But in this place,
This clockwork place,
I'm nothing but a toy.

Clockwork gears, and clockwork spring,
To move is clockwork's will.
But in the end,
That certain end,
All clockwork must stand still.

© Nathan P

Nathan is an aspiring writer of poetry and prose. Currently he is working on a book about the mysteries of this world and the many subtle details and moving moments that people often overlook. Nathan can be contacted through his writing blog: Imagination Manifesto.

The Forest Person

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 15:04:00 +0000

On both sides of the narrow two lane road pristine wilderness pushed against the tarred surface where plants stopped growing and the pavement began. Ancient trees lifted their limbs over the road, forming an arched canopy that filtered out the last fading rays of dusk before they could illuminate the shadowy tunnel humans had created.

In the quiet of approaching night a single car swished along this forest road, its revealing headlights shining through the brush at the road's edge, glinting as they caught the luminescent eyes of forest animals peering out shyly from the darkness. The car was the kind of mediocre conveyance purchased at any used car lot: underside slightly rusted from the salt used to melt snow and ice in the winter, scratched and dented, functional but not glamorous.

Inside the driver sat wearily in the worn cloth seat: a middle aged man, a few pounds overweight, the first few strands of gray highlighting his brown hair. He was driving home after a long day of work, the car engine humming like a comforting lullaby. Somewhere at the end of this forest road there was a home where the man's family waited for him to return. He had called them earlier that evening, just a few hours ago: "I'll be late again, I have a few things I need to take care of before the weekend." He had heard the disappointment in his wife's voice, but it could not be helped. "I love you," he had said as he hung up, eager to finish his work so that he could return. Now he was on his way back, a few miles from home, his mind already at his destination.

The car was speeding around a bend when suddenly the headlights caught a dark shape up ahead on the road, just a few yards away. The man stiffened, slamming on the brakes and jerking the wheel to the left, towards the other lane, but he wasn't fast enough. There was a sickening impact as something passed under the right front wheel, jarring the car and deflecting its course slightly. But the man barely noticed, for he realized to his horror that he had over steered, and now the car was hurtling up the earth embankment on the left side of the road, aimed toward the dense forest where solid tree trunks stood like the palisades of an ancient fort. The man threw the wheel back to the right—too far, too fast, and the car ramped off the embankment. Later the man would often reflect on that brief moment of silent airborne trajectory, before the tires touched down on the road, screeching as the car spun around to a stop facing back the way it had come.

The man sat still for a few moments, shaking in the aftermath of the accident, his shoulder aching where the seatbelt had pressed into his flesh. Over the noisy gasping sound of his own ragged breaths the man could hear a hot metallic pinging coming from the stalled engine. As his heartbeat slowed the man shifted in the seat, thankful that the car wasn't wrapped around a tree at this very moment, thankful that he had made it through the accident with nothing more than a few bruises. He realized that he was still tightly gripping the steering wheel and he let go, reaching down to dry his sweaty palms on his slacks.

Grabbing the keys dangling from the steering column he turned the ignition key forward, praying that the car would start. The engine ground for a few stressful seconds before springing to life. The man sighed in relief, leaning forward in the seat to inspect the car's hood. The entire right front of the car was dented and crushed, the headlight smashed, the hood creased. "What on earth did I hit?," the man wondered, looking along the road, back where the accident had started. The car's single remaining headlight cast a yellow glow along the road, and in its beam the man saw a crumpled figure lying on the pavement.

The realization surfaced slowly, but it hit the man with the sickening sour taste of overwhelming dread. "Good God!" he cried aloud, "I've hit a child!" The dark crumpled form had two small arms and legs, and the face could be seen from the side, in profile. The man threw open the door of car, his heart beating wildly again. Rushing up to the small limp figure, he dropped to his knees on the pavement beside it. A sickening smell of burnt tire rubber hung in the air, and the man coughed as he bent over the small body laying beside the dark skid marks.

Terrified to think that perhaps the child was already dead, the man picked up the thin wrist to feel for a pulse. His fingers brushed along the wrist, once, twice, and then he recoiled in horror, dropping the wrist back onto the pavement. The skin beneath his touch had not been the soft, warm flesh of a human, but rough and woody like bark.

His mind racing, the man took a closer look at the figure laying before him, trying to find some explanation, some justification for what he had felt. The figure was small and thin, with dark skin, but it was skin the color and texture of bark. The body was small like a child's but the face was that of an adult, and there was something strange and unexpected about it, similar to a human's and yet slightly different in a way that the man could not determine. The body appeared to be clothed with vegetation: leaves, bark, and twigs, torn away and crushed by the impact. Broken gashes and cracks scored the tiny figure and a dark fluid oozed from the wounds—not blood, but a thick sap that dripped down off the body like maple syrup. The man backed away a few feet, wondering what this was, what creature, or person, or being it was before him.

But even as he watched the figure stirred slightly, moving its small arms and legs jerkily, with obvious pain, and it turned its head in the man's direction, opening its eyes to reveal two dark orbs, completely black in color, like smooth wet stones at the bottom of a creek. The wooden lips moved as if the being was trying to say something, but it couldn't. The man moved back a few more feet in mixed horror and wonderment, but then, in his mind, he heard a quiet, peaceful voice, like the sound of wind in the treetops or water spilling over a waterfall. "I forgive you," the voice said, "There is nothing you can do to help me. Move away from my body."

The man was shocked to hear the creature's voice in his mind, and at first he didn't understand what it was telling him. "Move away from my body!" the voice repeated more urgently. "Quickly! For your own safety." The man stumbled backward, his eyes still on the broken figure before him. As he watched the dark eyes slowly closed and the body went completely limp, settling downward into the limpid state of death.

But then the body stirred and lifted slightly, not with life, but from the disturbing movement of some external force. The man stood in place paralyzed with shock, watching as a thin twig stretched upward from the broken abdomen, thickening as leaves began to unfurl, twigs growing outward until it was a small sapling growing from the dead body. Faster and faster the small tree grew upward, branches pushing out and up, leaves rustling as they filled in along the branches. Then the pavement around the body began to crack as great roots pushed up from the ground like muscular snakes, crumbling and shattering the surface with a tremendous tearing sound.

Now a great tree stood where the body had been, gnarled bark with lines and whorls like cryptic hieroglyphics, a solemn column standing watch in the middle of the road. The man turned and ran toward his car, and as he jumped in and slammed the door he saw that vines and bushes were beginning to sprout up around the tree, dense vegetation and underbrush sprouting up where the road had been a few minutes earlier.

The man gunned the engine, whipping the car around, the tortured frame creaking in protest. The scene in the rear view mirror was a wall of plants and trees lit up by the red glow of the tail lights. The man accelerated away, looking behind in awe. At that moment he realized that he could never view his world in the same way again.

© Nathan P

Nathan is an aspiring writer of poetry and prose. Currently he is working on a book about the mysteries of this world and the many subtle details and moving moments that people often overlook. Nathan can be contacted through his reading and writing blog: Inkweaver Review.

dream colors

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 20:53:00 +0000

i dream in blue,
as a quiet, flowing arctic sea
leaching upward into the frozen ice
a stain of sky in liquid hues
fallen from above to rest in peace
beneath the cold cloud canopy

i dream in gray,
in swirl hues, a droplet dance
cold kisses from the wraiths
dripping off the empty black twigs
in welling drops as clear as crystal glass,
as large as a falling world

i dream in red
in crimson velvet, thorns and petals
bejeweled with frigid dewdrop tears
lying on the dark polished granite
where visitor's faces are reflected
as dark eyes that look out from the stone

i dream in black
searching hues like deep waters
a charcoal sketch in powder smudges
slipping across the cream white paper
like veins in a dying brown fall leaf
clothed with frost and snowflakes

i dream in yellow
below the swinging sunlight fringe
of her golden springtime dress
bare feet trod the virgin earth
and grass grows in every soft step
like a carpet for her feet only

© Nathan P

Nathan is an aspiring writer of poetry and prose. Currently he is working on a book about the mysteries of this world and the many subtle details and moving moments that people often overlook. Nathan can be contacted through his reading and writing blog: Inkweaver Review.

The Lost Buddhas

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Chinese Buddhist sculpture from Qingzhou

Asian Gallery, Ground Level
29 August - 23 November 2008

Lost for over 800 years – the discovery of some 400 Buddhist figures by construction workers levelling a sports field is considered one of the most significant archaeological finds of the 20th century. The sculptures were carefully wrapped and buried in the grounds of a long-destroyed temple for reasons that remain a mystery.
Created nearly 1500 years ago these are some of the most exquisite works of art made in the service of the Buddhist faith. They are extraordinary in their beauty and timeless simplicity.
Thirty-five of the best preserved and most exquisite sculptures will travel from China to the Art Gallery of NSW. This is the first time that these works will be seen in Australia.

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Thank to my top Entrecard droppers!!

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 22:45:00 +0000

Merci!! Little french cartoon dude with champagne saying 'Thank You'
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"No Longer"

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 23:05:00 +0000

When clutching my head,
and dragging my knuckles
across the ceramic floor
wasn't enough to escape
your abuse,
I threw myself on concrete
and prayed I would drown
in blood.
Quiet and unnoticed
But even that didn't work.
My body was a painting
of your destructive results,
and my shame and pain
added the final touch.
Because then I was too weak
to spill myself to the ones I love
Because then nothing else mattered
but you
but me
but us.
Now I no longer have the strength
to carry on your burden.
No longer will I risk
everything I have lost
all over again.
I grow sick
looking at these wounds
we have both given me.
And I cry every night
because four years with you
got me a contract with the devil.
I'll rip our hearts apart
and from the scattered pieces
I'll quickly pick up my remains

© luvikavi
I'm a 23 year old college student who has changed majors more times than she has changed her clothes. Writing is my therapy, and I am currently trying to get into the habit of writing at least once everyday. So think of it as my own personal diary. I'll write about anything I find interesting...anything that amuses me. Feel free to leave a comment, I love getting them!
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A Spring View

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 00:42:00 +0000

Tu Fu (c. 750)

Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure;

And spring comes green again to trees and grasses

Where petals have been shed like tears

And lonely birds have sung their grief.

...After the war-fires of three months,

One message from home is worth a ton of gold.

...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin

To hold the hairpins any more.

trans. Witter Bynner

Drawing: Kim Barker - 1981

RISD Profiles | Faculty | Mairéad Byrne

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Sun, 24 Aug 2008 07:41:00 +0000

This is one of a series of videos highlighting the unique experiences and remarkable individuals at Rhode Island School of Design.

You can watch all the videos at www.risd.edu. This video was created by RISD's Communications + Design Department in collaboration with animal-studio.com

Mairéad Byrne @ Heaven

Blog Action Day 2008

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 02:36:00 +0000

Poverty

Blog Action Day 2008 Poverty from Blog Action Day on Vimeo

What Olympic Sport Are You?

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 13:16:00 +0000

You Are Archery

You are a bit of a traditionalist. You like old fashioned things with deep traditions.

You also like to see the result of your accomplishments right in front of you.

If practice makes perfect, that's fine by you. You like to practice a skill.

What Olympic Sport Are You?

Pierre de Frédy, Baron de Coubertin

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 21:27:00 +0000

"L'important n'est pas de gagner, mais de participer."

The important thing is not to win, but to take part.

The first stanza of Baron Pierre de Coubertin's "Ode to Sport":

O Sport, pleasure of the Gods,essence of life.
You appeared sud-denly in the midst of the grey clearing
which writhes with the drudgery of modern existence,
like the radiant messenger of a past age,
when mankind still smiled.

Pierre de Frédy, Baron de Coubertin was born on 1 January 1863 at 20, rue Oudinot in Paris. Very early in life he showed a liking for literature, history and the problems of education and sociology. Giving up the army, abandoning too the political career that was open to him at the age of twenty-four, Pierre de Coubertin decided to launch a vast movement of educational reform, and at twenty-five his life work was started.

It is also to him that we owe all the organisation of the Olympic Games, which have benefited from his methodical and precise mind, and from his wide understanding of the aspirations and needs of young people. The Olympic Charter and Protocol, as well as the athletes' oath are his work, together with the ceremonial for the opening and closing of the Games. Furthermore, until 1925 he personally presided over the International Olympic Committee.

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The Spare Room

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 23:02:00 +0000

Books and Authors

Helen Garner Spills Her Guts -,
07 August 2008 15:00

Author Helen Garner is well-known for looking to her own life for inspiration for her writing. In this conversation with Caroline Baum at the Sydney Writers' Festival, she discusses her latest book, "The Spare Room", and delivers on her promise to "spill her guts".
From caring for loved ones as they die, to claims made by shonky practitioners of some alternative remedies, to dealing with anger, to why she could never manage to be a good hippy, Garner's conversation is candid and personal. And if all of this isn't enough, she reads from her personal diary for the first time ever in public. For fans and non-fans, this is a fascinating and funny talk.

Absolutely fascinating interview!!

Watch the clip here

VOGUE: THE WIZARD OF OZ

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 23:44:00 +0000

It's a Twister

"Henry! Henry! I can't find Dorothy! She's somewhere out in the storm!" cries Vogue's Auntie Em, actress Alba Clemente, to Uncle Henry (her husband, the painter Francesco Clemente). Vera Wang snow-white embroidered dress.

Photo: Annie Leibovitz

View the sideshow here

The Linkback Project (P1-S1)

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 22:57:00 +0000

Phase 1 / Stage 1
Keywords & Density
1 keyword + 1 instance in post.

Full instructions here

< --- Start Copy & Paste the URL's & anchors Here --->

I consider myself an expert in Poetry
1. link 2. Guy 3. stories 4. money 5. memories 6. recipes 7. Sports 8. Condos 9. Oceanfront 10. Graphics 11. Sexy 12. mobile 13. cats 14. traffic 15. coffee 16. Homeschooling 17. marketing 18. advertising 19. friendships 20. Experiences 21. Poetry 22. Portraits 23. solving 24. news 25. Journal 26. Motivation 27. Parenting 28. Wordpress 29. Paganism 30. Crafts 31. Myself 32. Permits 33. Writing 34. poetry 35. Reviews 36. shopping 37. Blogging 38. sabra 39. Jesus 40. widgets 41. Travel 42. Banned 43. Bouchelle 44. Cyber 45. Tennis 46. Blog 47. Brats 48. Knitting 49. Crochet 50. Religion 51. Art 52. Weird 53. Airfare 54. comics 55. Dream 56. music 57. Romantic 58. Franchise 59. Entertainment 60. Reviews 61. YOU'RE NEXT!

< --- End Copy & Paste the URL's & anchors Here --->

Blogging for Blood Cancer Event

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 02:41:00 +0000

Blogging for Blood Cancer Event

The first annual “Blogging for Blood Cancer” event will take place from August 11-18, 2008. This first time event will bring bloggers from across the United States together to raise awareness for The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society and its mission to cure leukemia, lymphoma, Hodgkin's disease and myeloma, and improve the quality of life of patients and their families.
The event is being hosted by Goodies for Mom in conjunction with the Friends of Heroes (FOH) National Light The Night Team . They are asking that bloggers post on your blogs throughout the event about the importance of the LLS mission, share your personal stories of those you have come to know who have been affected by blood cancer, or share some of the stories you read at Goodies for Mom and on the FOH site during the week that have touched your hearts.
All bloggers participating will have the opportunity to be entered to win prizes donated by event sponsors by leaving a Mr. Linky link on the Goodies for Mom post for the event. The event post will go up on August 11, 2008 at 8:00am. Even if you do not have a blog, visitors to the Goodies for Mom and Friends of Heroes blogs during the week will also have opportunities to win as they learn more about the importance of LLS’s research and patient services in the fight against blood cancer.
To help promote the event, anyone who puts a button or banner on their site, or writes a post about the event with a link back to this post, then leaves a link by midnight on August 10, 2008 will be entered for a chance to win a $25 Barnes & Noble gift card.

Beatrix Potter

noreply@blogger.com (Kim) — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 00:38:00 +0000

Happy Birthday Beatrix Potter

Potter at fifteen years with her dog, Spot

Born 28 July 1866
Kensington, London
Died 22 December 1943 (aged 77)
Near Sawrey
Occupation Children's author, illustrator
Genres Children's literature
Notable work(s) The Tale of Peter Rabbit
Helen Beatrix Potter (28 July 1866 – 22 December 1943) was an English author and illustrator, mycologist and conservationist, best known for her children's books, which featured animal characters such as Peter Rabbit.

Born into a privileged household, Potter was educated by governesses, and grew up isolated from other children. She had numerous pets and through holidays in Scotland and the Lake District developed a love of landscape, flora and fauna, all which she closely observed and painted. As a young woman her parents discouraged intellectual development, but her study and paintings of fungi led her to be widely respected in the field of mycology. In her thirties Potter published the highly successful children's book The Tale of Peter Rabbit, and became secretly engaged to her publisher Norman Warne causing a breach with her parents, who disapproved of his social status. Warne died before the wedding could take place.

Potter eventually published 23 children's books, and having become financially independent of her parents, was able to buy a farm in the Lake District, which she extended with other purchases over time. In her forties she married a local solicitor, William Heelis. She became a sheep breeder and farmer while continuing to write and illustrate children's books. Potter died in 1943, and left almost all of her property to The National Trust in order to preserve the beauty of the Lake District as she had known it, protecting it from developers.

Potter's books continue to sell well throughout the world, in multiple languages. Her stories have been retold in various formats, including a ballet, films and in animation.

Miss Potter, a biographical film starring Renée Zellweger, was released on 29 December 2006. It was written by Richard Maltby, Jr. and directed by Chris Noonan. The character of Norman Warne was played by Ewan McGregor, while that of William Heelis was played by Lloyd Owen. Beatrix as a young girl was played by Lucy Boynton.

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