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By Hole Ousia Posted on December 2, 2021

Canto 2

The following short films by Peter are about poets and poetry [please click on each image to play a different film]: Balansnummer [a protest poem]: I have written my heart … Continue reading Canto 2

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By Hole Ousia Posted on July 10, 2020July 11, 2020

I have written my heart in my poems

I visited Little Tullybelton last Sunday [5th July 2020]. I found a forlorn scene. Detritus surrounded the abandoned farm of Little Tullybelton. The smell of degrading waste was overwhelming. The … Continue reading I have written my heart in my poems

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By Hole Ousia Posted on February 26, 2020

‘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:

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