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By Hole Ousia Posted on August 6, 2018August 6, 2018

Something impels me

Vladimir Nabokov in ‘Speak, Memory‘:

This is a poem for my wife:

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A dry fountain that once gushed and sparkled in the sunlight
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AUTOMOBILISM
A poet as well as a gardener
How you belong to a place and each other
The sea has given up its dead
‘When organisations’ behaviours betray their value statements’
A full page advert [on the inside of the front cover]
Go Emma!
To speak our life as we feel it is a freedom
Where recorded history has gone astray: Rabbie Burns
2 bottles
To become a ‘National Music Centre’
True North
The Night Mail to the North
‘Death of a Heavy Weight’
That’s where the green scent came from
sperò
This was a fabulous wee shop
Mrs Hamilton
All in my head
ELECTRO-BIOLOGY
Professor Ewart: For lovers of the marvellous
‘ENTERPRISE MINCING MACHINES’
somewhere only we know
Rebel transport [for an Antiquary]
His moral generosity
Bannockburn House: Aisle do
Voice of the people
PROGRESS hardly broke its stride
The Risk Ward
‘The very idea’
Peer’s body that was stolen
Quality tableware
A scientist asked my name but misunderstood
A Thousand Chances
There’s no blue like a Giotto blue
‘I would ban all politicians from Tweeting anything’
Scotland’s peaks named after him
Go North!
‘MALGON’
‘A vast telescope will create a movie of the universe’
‘Change here for Blairgowrie’
‘The Great Globe’
The Frenchman’s Burn
Suicide of a Captain
Drug death figures
Science is about the sharing of ideas
Beauly’s Wych Elm
Moving on
Unplug the brain
REVEL
‘maybe even nostalgia’
‘THAT’S NOT LOUD’
Reunion at Rouken Glen
Entropy that makes floorboards creak
Courageous women
‘The science of bullshitting’
intend
Antony died
The sounds of the Garrel
Old banners
The Laundry Problem
[in its ending] Scotland Street Station
horse-rider-eagle
Artificial light [and psychiatry]
blossom
The Lass o’ the Lecht
The Psychopharmacology Committee
meadow flooers
creativity
humanity
kindness
A word that contains its opposite in itself
dazed and changed and happy
Zero waste
ALLIANCE
‘Moral Vacuums’
The ATMOSPHERE
‘Throw away that walking stick, Andy’
Told with an evident truth as unflinching as it is tender
‘Bells chime again’
‘The garden was looking glorious on a damp Summer’s day’
‘The shape of my library is round’
Diverted Traffic
“A place with no quotation marks”
Kenneth Kaunda
The Broken Land
‘Your play is about a Twitter storm’
Hails the hills
After a long absence
Summer flooer
‘Scotland’s terrible record on drugs deaths’
The MINCE Brand
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Rachel’s patchwork blanket
POWER
Twitter
c o n t e x t o
ARCADIA
People slip into art and are lost
‘Let it be boldly admitted’
A door handle with a label
How the air throws it into a dance
‘It’s good to hear your voice’
side-by-side
A poem for everyday of the year
Longmeadow
FRONT PAGE NEWS
t a k i n g T H E i n s i d e O U T S I D E
Every saint a hero
A culture “which starts at the very top of Government”
‘Home Truths’
Twa Gables
Support from professional associations
The galleria
Michty Me! What a braw bunch!
Every Saint a Hero
‘Quote of the week’
‘The Future of Scotland’
Stone feathers, frozen mid-flight
A force of nature
The sky belongs to us all
The writing on the waas o devotion
Peter and Sian
The Midnight Library
“A gem of a book”
Keep wondering
A Scottish Perspective
High Dalblair
Puir Ticky, ye hae ticket lang
“As a warning to disobedient youth of future generations”
‘On My Radar’
M & S Foodhall
for rhubarb
VALDA PASTILLES
‘Poor John Grouch!’
ZERO WASTE SHOP
SCIENCE
Whigham Inn
COREHOUSE
this space
True father of cinema
TO HIS LOVE
See/Saw
Surely you knew!
‘lacrimae rerum’
Alexander Marr

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