#ScottishWriters
The scaffolding has gone. The sky… Clanking poles and thudding planks… let light through At last, hammered the cage door of… bantering dusty brickie crew,
Others are open. You give a high… as you win the Prospero stakes, an… bury your books deeper than any au… could find them sound or unsound. Did you ‘die a papist’, hate dogs,…
At ten I read Mayakovsky had died… learned my first word of Russian,… watched my English teacher poke hi… with a well-chewed HB and get the… to join his easy mocking of my ess…
Someone is born again. In the singing tower the rain Sweetened the song And all night long I heard a sad and muffled prayer,
It was so fine we lingered there f… The long broad streets shone stron… Sunset blinded the tremble of the… we watched from, dazed the helipor… The mile-high buildings flashed, f…
Coming up Buchanan Street, quickl… a young man and two girls, under t… The young man carries a new guitar… the girl on the inside carries a v… and the girl on the outside carrie…
With a ragged diamond of shattered plate-glass a young man and his girl are falling backwards into a shop-… The young man’s face
–We come in peace from the third p… Would you take us to your leader? –Bawr stretter! Bawr. Bawr. Stre… –This is a little plastic model of the solar system, with working…
In a little rainy mist of white an… we sat under an old tree, drank tea toasts to the powdery mo… undrunk got merry, played catch with the empty flask, on the pine…
Oh for Christ’s sake gie the sign… Alchemist my erse, but he’s hermle… He’ll never blaw us up in oor beds… If makkin wings is his new-fanglt… It’ll no cost the earth– a wheen o…
Three o’clock. The bus lurches round into the sun. ‘D’s this go –… he flops beside me – 'right along… —Oh tha’s, tha’s all right, see I… got to get some Easter eggs for th…
A Far Cool Beautiful Thing, Van… blue The Dear Green Plaice Glasgow Homage to Zukofsky
There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open french window
generation upon generation upon generation upon generation upon generation upon
It is not of this world, and yet i… And that is how it should be. Strong light hits back and the arm… Coming from where we cannot see, Ought not to see, another dimensio…
