This short artistic film is about a gardener, who I call ‘the gentle gardener’. This Victorian gardener carried the same name as me. He died in 1885 aged 57 years: … Continue reading from End to End
Last week I visited Craigroy on the Altyre Estate. My great-great-grandparents, John Gordon and Euphemia Ferguson, raised their family here before moving to Cothall. More than 30 years ago my … Continue reading Craigroy [do you think memories are made of atoms too?]
Dylan said listen to it pass – listen. Nabokov did not believe in it. Einstein talked about it relatively. Evidence may be bound but experience is not: Time passes time … Continue reading Canto Two
This is from life, I was there: exploring secrets hidden behind shapes, colours and scents – the smell of that philadelphus, god almighty! In Canto One I lived on, flew … Continue reading Canto One
I would suggest that these hints matter today as much as any time in history:
The Antiquary worries: that today’s Science has lost the place of T I M E in our lives. [a poem for now, then, and all that may become]
three words in the past.
Filmed at Transit House. This film is based on a poem that I recently wrote on the Politician’s clock, in Transit House, Calton Hill Edinburgh. The poem is for Catherine … Continue reading That small place in the whole of time
Weel done Edinburgh for returning the “politician’s clock” tae the window of Transit House on Calton Hill. In this post I share what I have found in the archives about … Continue reading The Politician’s clock
Hamilton Mausoleum: it was the derelict and vandalised Keeper’s cottage, among ancient overgrown yews, that inspired this film. ‘BEV’ [whoever you are] you are the heart of this film.
Words are from Howards End by E. M. Forster.
Subjectivity – that which makes us human – should not simply roll over to data, that in its collection has losses: experience “translated” to words, and then words “translated” to … Continue reading I struggle to measure