Edwin Morgan steps
I made the ‘Edwin Morgan steps’ the best part of 15 years ago. Last week I repainted the inscribed words. On the steps I also carved this: This was how … Continue reading Edwin Morgan steps
Tag: poetry
Scottish Gardener
With the Covid-19 pandemic and ‘lock down’ I have been retreating into the garden where I need not distance myself from the emerging green shoots of life. I have recently … Continue reading Scottish Gardener
How is he, that gentle gardener?
Blackadder Walled Garden, Berwickshire. Music credit: King Creosote, live, Glasgow Concert Hall, 12 March 2020.
From Scotland with Love
Last night we were in the audience of the Glasgow Concert Hall to hear live the music and soundtrack of the acclaimed film: ‘From Scotland with Love’. It really was … Continue reading From Scotland with Love
Neuromarket
Neuromarket ‘Street drugs’, desire and despair, have a new market. Neuromarket Individually, we are somewhere beyond 80 billion neurons [a number that out-distances all the stars in the universe] Neuromarket … Continue reading Neuromarket
TEXT book (a poem)
TEXT book. Evidence contained within is empirical and ‘disinterested’ providing science at its most objective. TEXT book. Has a “target on its back [cover]” – because “real” science needs defending! TEXT … Continue reading TEXT book (a poem)
That the poet’s first book should have been his last
Sited at the side of the Crow Road going over the Campsie Fells is this fine well dedicated to Jamie Wright, a Campsie burn fisherman and finder of the spring, … Continue reading That the poet’s first book should have been his last
‘I have written my heart in my poems’
Robert Nicoll (1814 – 7 December 1837) was a Scottish poet and lyricist whose life, although short, left a lasting impact. He was born at Tullybelton, north of Perth:
‘The most beautiful are the . . .’
On Friday 24th January 2020 I revisited the deserted farm of Upper Lanrick with my friend Ian. Whilst there we met a local farmer who told us that Upper Lanrick … Continue reading ‘The most beautiful are the . . .’
‘Generalised Anxiety Disorder’
I live with a psychiatric diagnosis that was never all me. ‘Scientific talk’ is everywhere! I am Peter.
becoming
children crawl to stand – such movement.
time past
poet silly, poet me silly poet, silly me