BACK AT THE DEIL’S DYKE
Poetry from Stuart Paterson
and Hugh McMillan
Music from Dave Gibb
COACH AND HORSES DUMFRIES
Thursday May 30th. 7.30pm
Admission Free
Be there or be square. Brand new poems from award winning poets Hugh McMillan and Stuart Paterson. Stuart, past Gregory Award Winning poet, has been resident in Manchester but has returned north of the wall, but south of the dyke. Witty and accessible poetry of the highest level. Dave Gibb is hugely talented singer songwriter from Wanlockhead. And its all free..........cannae believe it..........
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
February
Sad news that Gavin Wallace, head of the Literature Section of the Old Scottish Arts Council has died at the ludicrously young age of 53. My dealings with him were only professional really, but I knew him to be a lover of poetry and a real support to those who struggle to write it. My last sight of him was in a bar in St Andrews where he told me, with a great grin on his face, that I'd been given a bursary for 8 grand, but I wasn't to tell anyone about it yet- he'd just seen me and couldn't resist giving me the good news. Good on ye, Gavin, ye'll be really missed.
Shug B and I read at Broughton House in Kirkcudbright last week, home of EA Hornel and many of his paintings.First time I'd been there. A suffocation of Hornels. Bit creepy.
Hornel’s Little Girls
On every panelled wall
they crouch or dance,
Hornel’s little girls.
In arab dress or kimono,
in cloud or deep blossom,
their hair jet, their cheeks gloss,
their smiles frozen.
How many mothers
took them home,
scolded away their tears?
What an honour to be there
in the big house
paint piled on their faces
like ice.
Shug B and I read at Broughton House in Kirkcudbright last week, home of EA Hornel and many of his paintings.First time I'd been there. A suffocation of Hornels. Bit creepy.
Hornel’s Little Girls
On every panelled wall
they crouch or dance,
Hornel’s little girls.
In arab dress or kimono,
in cloud or deep blossom,
their hair jet, their cheeks gloss,
their smiles frozen.
How many mothers
took them home,
scolded away their tears?
What an honour to be there
in the big house
paint piled on their faces
like ice.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Big Burns
A great weekend at the Big Burns Supper, snow, howling wind and all. Spoken word events were brilliantly curated by Mary Smith but there were many things going on: town seemed to be buzzing.
Great poetry slam in which Shug emerged victorious thanks to Felix Dzerhinsky's private parts.
Great poetry slam in which Shug emerged victorious thanks to Felix Dzerhinsky's private parts.
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