It is a day I keep returning to, although I amnot sure why; the day when the owner of the big houseat the end of the drive, which was lined on either sideby a row of beech trees, decided to evict their tennants;the rooks. They hadn’t paid any rent for years,and their raucous caws were […]
What would you have me be, a lump of clay upon a potter’s wheel?Already, I can feel my bones dissolve,my porous skin give way.And what would you have me do,be both the feet that turn the wheel,and the hands that shape the bowl?Already, I can feel the pedals underneath my soles, my fingers wet and […]
Almost uglier than a monk,a catfish, with a massive headand flapping tail, unable to becontained within the framework of a wooden crate. Garnishedwith light, its rough-grainedskin, a lunar blue, glows abovehandfuls of manufactured ice.Warily, a young boy pokes hisfist into the dog-toothed mouth.Myopic eyes stare back at hisunnecessary doubts. In the oilystench of the harbour […]
What are you givento start with? A boat -no oars, no sails, no rudder,a knife, a flask of water.Beyond the ninth wavethis is all you need.Oars are useless;your strength soon wanes.Sails are useless;there is no wind.And a rudder is useless;the horizon shows no land.The water is useful;all around you is salt.And the knife is usefulto […]
Air an t-slighe air ais à Reachrainn b’eambàtabeagabh’ann, eathar-motair le caban agus suidhichean-deireadh fhosgailte. ‘Bidh sibh bog fluich a-muigh a shin’ thuirt fear a’ bhàta, agus bha e ceart – bhris na tuinn thar an toisich,gar drùidheadh sa spot agus sàl gar slugadh ’s gar n-aoibhneachadh’s ged a rùisg sinn am muir le ur n-aodach […]
Ma tha thu air ruighinn cho fada seo,’s cinnteach gun d’fhuair thu iasad air baidhg gus rathad na mòine a ghabhail, seachad air an loch ’s a’ chrannóg, tro na muilnean-gaoithe, ’s tarsainn na mòinteach gu far am bi na Klondykers gu bràth air acair far a’ chosta,far an do chuir thu romhad fàgail, le […]
Taobh a-muigh na h-uinneag-sa tha an canal cho trang sa bhitheas e. Tha na lachan, na cearcan-uisge ’s na faoileagan uile cha mhòr air fàs a-nis, na h-iteagan aca laidir is grinn gu leòr gus teicheadh air sgiath. Tha am bliadhna a’ tionndadh, ma-thà, agus sluagh nam fèisean a’ lìonadh nan treànaichean ’s nan itealan […]
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 […]
E’en Burns wis leuked oan as ae coothie an ootlin curiosity / fae days o yore /
Re-examinin lives / Numbin fae reality
afore the urge tae stap up / arrives in a day or sae
figures hallucinating raw data, algorithms, representative / fractal patterns
can you tell me about / the taste of forests / the indigestibility of stone
