Shock of the New

We’ve had a rather dramatic few weeks, involving all this but not in as orderly a fashion. I’ll let you fill in the gaps left/created by the pictures* as I have a zillion emails to deal with, and several more boxes of books to file… The Mr. looks adoringly at his new grandson.     […]

Caryatid

I have become a community councillor, and not only that, I have become the vice chair of the community council, which not too long ago would have sounded horribly Pillar of the Community to my No Gods No Masters ears. Lines from Lydia Davis’s piece A Position at the University keep floating in and out […]

Performative

I’ve been meaning to write this post all week. Tomorrow the poet Hugh McMillan is coming to Moffat to share with us his sometimes dark; sometimes positive; always sharp, rhythmic and witty world view. The Mr’s band will set the tone with their transnational mix of blues, folk and rock & roll, and I will […]

The Madeleine of Banality and Other Titles

The Cal Arts course I’m doing has provided two prompts this week; the first: write a still life poem – pick an object and render it in verbal images as vividly as possible; the second: create a title from the formula ‘The [concrete noun] of [abstract noun]’ then write a poem from that title. The […]

Literature Ambassador: Wigtown News

Wigtown Book Festival |  21 – 30 September 2018 No Images? Click here Join us for electric dreams this autumn Electricity is in the air in Scotland’s Book Town. This weekend sees the switching on of the Christmas lights and the annual Fire and Light celebrations, organised by the Association of Wigtown Booksellers. There is – literally – […]

Never Having to Say

Today the salt-pig gave me Love Journal…!!! Love, a Journal* Sunday faintly hung over we stayed in bed till late, ate the remains of what I’d made for Saturday’s supper from the food you’d bought Friday, it was still good. Monday you jumped out of bed to take out the trash before the midge-truck came, […]

Keeping Time

Today’s exercise, pulled from the salt-pig’s mouth is: Clocks/Timekeeping – something I’m not particularly good at, but here goes: Clocking It is current and will fizzle complacently like Sauerkraut on a windowsill, but return, always return, there is really nothing for it. Seasonally speaking it’s an idiom of flaccid syllables but enough loved to hang […]

Daily Exercise

The online poetry course I’ve been immersed in for the last 10 weeks ends tomorrow. It has been extraordinarily illuminating and I feel I’m only just beginning to absorb some of the things it teaches. I’ll miss it, not least because it has resulted in a massive spike in my own poem making, something I […]

Yes No Please HELP…

Feeling a bit like a puppy in a snowstorm at the moment, excitedly trying to grab every flake. On Wednesday I made one of those breakthroughs I’ve heard other artists speak of (Picasso seeing tribal masks for the first time springs to mind), and I really want to just dive in and luxuriate in it. […]

Spooked

I’m in a pickle with my days. For example today I was convinced I had a live webcast at 4 o’clock and was rushing to get organised for it until, having a pee, I realised it was only Monday (and not Wednesday). I can’t work out which is better: busy weeks, or free weeks. Free […]