The alchemy of myth-the stars and angels, the earth’sreturn to light, green ivy,the quickening sap in the tree’sdeep heart, the cattlekneeling in frosty fields,the robin’s song at midnight –all refined to the bare particularfact of a birth –that night, that inn, that boy. Peace and happiness to everyone who is celebrating the winter feasts.
I was in Glasgow yesterday, and couldn’t resist going into Borders for the last time. I got two poetry books I’d wanted for ages for half price, and I guess Eavan Boland and Gillian Clarke will get the good of it no matter what the circumstances, but boy, it was sad. The top floor was… Read More »
Last night Scottish Pamphlet Poetry organised a pamphlet fair, to which I was invited by Mary Thomson, who produces the most beautiful small books of illustrated poems – she doesn’t have a web-site, so I can’t post a link. I was feeling fairly discouraged when I arrived. The night was wet and cold, the library… Read More »
Still busy with family. I went to see my mother in Liverpool, also catching up with my sister and two of my brothers. Good fun, and I slept so much while travelling I feel like a new person. It doesn’t mean there is much writing going on, however. I have been Christmassed – you know… Read More »