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By Hole Ousia Posted on February 18, 2022

I know you now

This lovely poem by Richard Munro was recently ‘Poem of the Week’ in the Scotsman. When ever I am in Edinburgh city centre I eat my sandwich lunch on the … Continue reading I know you now

Categories: Architecture, Philosophy, Poems, Scotland, This is Not yesterdayTags: A Doctor's Line, A Sunshine Act for Scotland, Allan Beveridge, Andrew Duncan, Cannongate, Canongate Kirk, Crichton's Close (Revisited), Edinburgh, Freedom to speak up (punctuated by philosophy), Gerrard Carruthers, Hole Ousia, I know you now, Kenneth Calman, meet you at the statue in an hour, Omphalos, Peter J Gordon, poem, poem of the week, Poems, poet, poetry, Rab Wilson, Richard Munro, Robert Fergusson, Royal Mile, Spike, statue, Upon yer whunstane hearts, Worry undone

By Hole Ousia Posted on June 30, 2021

Told with an evident truth as unflinching as it is tender

I recently read Father and Son by the writer and poet Edmund Gosse. This ‘memoir’ was written in 1907 and subtitled ‘a study of two temperaments.’ I was reminded of … Continue reading Told with an evident truth as unflinching as it is tender

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By Hole Ousia Posted on June 26, 2021

Meet you at the statue in an hour

I was late, 6 minutes, 26 seconds late [to be exact] still you smiled. The statue did not matter. It was the meeting, your eyes, that smile.

Categories: Architecture, Family history, Philosophy, Poems, Scotland, This is Not yesterdayTags: Bridge of Allan, Little Spartan, meet you at the statue in an hour, Mossgrove, Peter Gordon, poem, Poems, poet, poetry, Rachel Fiona Gordon, rebel antiquary, Sian Fiona Williams, Social maverick, statue, The Rebel Antiquary

By Hole Ousia Posted on March 3, 2021March 3, 2021

Tak tent o’ time

In Under Milkwood we are reminded in hairt-beat-words/sounds that ‘TIME PASSES. LISTEN. TIME PASSES’. Keir Home Farm:

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