Aon fheasgar dh’èist mi ri Belleand Sebastian ag ullachadhairson craoladh beò air The Review Show,a’ cluich an aon òrain trupsa rithist thairis air seachdno ochd uairean a thìdeann am fosglan Phacific Quay.A chiad trup bha gràin ormair an òran – a chianalas lasachagus rèidheachd sìmplidh –ach an dèidh deich, dusan turasbha an adhar san togalach […]
Soraidh leibh nuair thig oirbha dhol a Cheann Trá a sheasamhris an tAmhrán Náisiúnta ’s a dh’aideachadhgun do dh’fhàg sibh a’ Bhànrigh aig an taigh A bheil amhran agaibhs’dh’fhaighnich fear an taigheThaChan eilThaDè fear?‘Flower of Scotland’O chan eNach e?Dè eile?‘Soraidh Leibhis Oidhche Mhath Leibh’is mise còmh ribhle beag nàirena mo laighe leis a’ ghàire Cha […]
an early Beatles’ lyric on a Sunday afternoon
that’s yellow as an egg-yolk
bright as a blackbird’s eye
All that night / it rained, and I traced my mistakes / up and down his spine.
We used to think the universe was made
/ of tiny invisible pin-points of energy, jostling
/ and tumbling and buzzing together, and so,
/ by…
Skint, baw ragged, poackets ful eh ma
/ fingers, cannae afford tae burn toast an
/ it’s November. Christmas is close. Av been
/ away bit…
Finally, I’m done with the phone calls and everything else
/ and when I switch on the radio it feels like lying…
My Lute, bee as thou wast when thou didst grow
/ With thy greene Mother in some shadie Grove,
/ When immelodious Windes but…
As fast as Glasgow burned its theatres to the ground
/ it built them back again – we couldn’t do
/ without our…
in memory of my grandfather
/ (after Schubert’s piano sonata in C minor D958)
/
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/ Hammer-blows ring on a hull in dry-dock
/ then dazzling sparks…
Where is the real bazaar?
/ I want to buy an eyeful of kindness.
/ I want to dress my soul in hyperbole.
/ There’s a…
When I go out,
/ I leave the music on
/ to guard the souls of the dead,
/ music of the ancients that carries
/ the smell…
