At the weekend, our daughter Rachel made a BLACK LIVES MATTER sign and put it up in our front window beside the RAINBOW that she had previously made with her mum:
In the centre of St Andrew’s Square there is a statue to Lord Melville, Henry Dundas.
Dundas looks over the city of Edinburgh on a pedestal that is 150 feet above the rest of us. Since this monument was first erected, nobody has ever been able to look him in the eye [his stone eyes]. However, the city pigeons and seagulls have continued to shit on his head.
I once wrote a poem about our collective need to learn from history. I chose to write it, as if Dundas in stone, was still living. I called my poem D U N I R A.
A number of years before writing this poem I visited the Lost Garden of Dunira. I made this film in the days after visiting a landscape that I felt was still healing [you will need to watch the film to understand the relevance – and why my poem on Dundas was called D U N I R A ]
The Scotsman, Tuesday 9 June 2020:
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