Think our heids are all fried with the referendum, I take my share of the blame for that. This will be my last referendum post. My favourite Scottish poem (tiny weeney bit of poetic licence) Norman MacCaig: After Lets choose a pretty word,say,evening, And climb through it into the past, Or stand on a towering If, surveying The rosy kingdoms we have lost. From every corner creep a thousand Boredoms saying,Greet us. We are life. Lets round the sunset up and milk it Into a jug and drink it off Or in the hawthorn let us tangle Our dreary look like gossamer To shudder with that sparrows chirping And when the dew falls be on fire. Or drag the distance home and chain it There in the corner of the room To charm us with its savage howling And beg for fragments of our dream. Theres a clue somewhere. Can you find it Can you say over and over again Yes till its incantation makes us Forget how much we are alone?
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 22:09:01 +0000
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