Condition of Fire is a film by Alastair Cook based on seven poems from poet J.L. Williams’ debut collection.
The secret me swims
with the big fish, brash, he swaggers
like a mermaid, bares teeth
like daggers, barks at the moon when it’s thin.
I folded the scan picture like a brewing secret
gave a copy to my mother, the gift of birth passed down
the hands of women
Wha’s jist a thoctie in anither’s heid?
Wha’s Doctor Wha? Wha better kens nor s^he?
Tha cian nan cian a-nis bho thàinig
gainneamh a Sahàra a Ghlaschu,
is tha creagan Leòdhais tòrr nas sine
na Tursachan Chalanais,
Let Arthur Wharton come back from the dead
To see the man in black blow the final whistle.
We need another word
Wha’s Doctor Wha?
Here, where the noises of the busy town, / The ocean’s plunge and roar can enter not, / We stand…
Since the former priestess’s departure / a sea-change has taken place.
On Sunday gawky and glaiket,
/ For life no carin’ a preen;
/ On Monday lookin’ forsaket,
/ Wi’ a misty weet in her een;
/ On Tuesday…
He has chosen, far nearer the end
/ than the beginning, to live
/ where, every day, he can watch the land
/ come and go,…