Eggplant.place

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Ardent on the beach at Rossnowlagh
on the last day of summer,
you ran through the shallows
throwing off shoes, and shirt and towel
like the seasons, the city’s years…

—Robin Robertson, “Donegal”
published in SWITHERING (Picador, 2006)

Listen to Robin Roberston read “Donegal” on the Poetry Archive:

https://poetryarchive.org/poem/donegal/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry

Robin Roberston
Donegal

for Ellie

Ardent on the beach at Rossnowlagh
on the last day of summer,
you ran through the shallows
throwing off shoes, and shirt and towel
like the seasons, the city’s years,
all caught in my arms
as I ploughed on behind you, guardian still
of dry clothes, of this little heart
not quite thirteen,
breasting the waves
and calling back to me
to join you, swimming in the Atlantic
on the last day of summer.
I saw a man in the shallows
with his hands full of clothes, full of
all the years,
and his daughter going
where he knew he could not follow.

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French mathematician, physicist, inventor, philosopher, and Catholic writer Blaise Pascal was born #OTD in 1623.

One of his most famous contributions in Mathematics is the Pascal's Theorem. Along with Pierre de Fermat, Pascal is credited with founding probability theory. He also made significant contributions to the study of binomial coefficients, which led to the formation of Pascal's Triangle.

Books by Blaise Pascal at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/7913

#books #literature #mathematics #physics

Burin executed around 1689-1692 according to Bernard Dorival, "L'iconographie de Pascal au 17e siècle" in Pascal et Port-Royal, 1962, p. 96; probably 1691 according to R. P. Lelong, Bibliothèque historique, 1775. Bégon, wishing to glorify the century of Louis XIV, collected portraits of illustrious figures, had them engraved from 1689 by Jacques Lubin, had those he didn't have interpreted by Edelinck, Simonneau and Van Schuppen, and in 1692 commissioned Charles Perrault to write the texts. The publication of this engraving and Volume 1 of Hommes Illustres was delayed because Pascal's eulogy, published in Parallèles des anciens et des modernes in 1690, aroused the hostility of the Jesuits and the opposition of Louis XIV. Perrault therefore replaced the portraits and biographies of Pascal and Arnauld with those of Ducange and Thomassin. However, the publisher Dezallier clandestinely printed and circulated copies with notices and portraits of the two Jansenists in 1696 (plate 34). Guillaume Desprez, the publisher of Les Pensées, printed the portrait in reverse: Pascal is turned to the right, and the author of the drawing on which Edelinck took his model is cited: François II Quesnel.

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Machine arithmétique de Pascal - L’Encyclopédie.
Diderot et d'Alembert — Gallica
Planches de l'Encyclopédie de Diderot et d'Alembert, volume 4

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World Book Club: Arthur Conan Doyle – The Hound of the Baskervilles

Available on BBC Sounds. Harriett Gilbert is joined by internationally bestselling crime writer Denise Mina & Dr Mark Jones, co-presenter of The Doings of Doyle podcast & editor of The Sherlock Holmes Journal, to discuss Sherlock Holmes’s lasting influence on crime & detective fiction.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/w3ct74s3

#Scottish #literature #CrimeFiction #detective #DetectiveFiction #SherlockHolmes #ConanDoyle

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Amang the Friends of Early Days
9 September, Dumfries – tickets £6.13

Celebrating the joint residency at Robert Burns Ellisland Museum of Scots Makar Peter Mackay & former Jamaican Poet Laureate Lorna Goodison. They will reflect on how the local landscape shaped Burns’ writing in Scots, & explore how nature influences their own work – in Gaelic, & in the fusion of English & Jamaican Creole

https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/amang-the-friends-of-early-days-tickets-1611560794719

#Scottish #Jamaican #literature #poetry #Gaelic #Gaidhlig #Creole #Robertburns

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Ray’s Day, what is it?

A little more than three years ago, Ray Bradbury flew away to Mars for good (carelessly, he forgot to buy a return ticket) and now that he is gone, we miss a book lover of a rare kind. via @Ross

https://raysday.net/en/

#books #literature

Bradbury in 1959.

Publicity photo of Ray Bradbury from the television progam Alfred Hitchcock Presents.

Bradbury appears in a suit and tie, his hair neatly combed, projecting a professional yet approachable demeanor suited for television promotion. The image captures him with a thoughtful, slightly serious expression.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ray_Bradbury#/media/File:Ray_Bradbury_1959.JPG

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Guide to the classics: Joseph Conrad’s Lord Jim sees humanity’s darkness

By Jamie Q. Roberts

https://theconversation.com/guide-to-the-classics-joseph-conrads-lord-jim-sees-humanitys-darkness-247565

Lord Jim at PG:
https://gutenberg.org/ebooks/5658

#books #literature

First UK book edition
(publ. William Blackwood & Sons)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Jim#/media/File:LordJimCover.jpg

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“O’er a’ my labours sey your skill”
10 Sep, University of Glasgow – free

In this new poetry collection, across Scots, Gaelic and English, a wealth of contemporary poets respond to the work of the 18th-century Edinburgh poet Robert Fergusson.

This celebration will include readings of Fergusson's poetry, poets reading their own works responding to Fergusson, & discussion of Fergusson's life & legacy.

https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/glasgow-book-launch-and-celebration-oer-a-my-labours-sey-your-skill-tickets-1567701109219

#Scottish #literature #poetry #RobertFergusson #18thcentury

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• in the beginning was the sound •

A 🎂 🧵 for Tom Leonard (1944–2018) – born #OTD, 22 August

📷: Front cover of Tom Leonard’s Intimate Voices 1965–1983 (Newcastle: Galloping Dog Press, 1984)

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https://www.tomleonard.co.uk

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Glasgow #Glaswegian #voice #Scots #Scotslanguage #TomLeonard

A pale green book cover. In the middle is a white rectangle. A large red stamp displays the book title, canted at a slight angle: TOM LEONARD: INTIMATE VOICES: 1965–1983. Above the title is a poem, set as if typed on a typewriter:

• in the beginning was the word •
in thi beginning was thi wurd
in thi beginnin was thi wurd
in thi biginnin was thi wurd
n thi biginnin wuz thi wurd
nthi biginnin wuz thi wurd
nthi biginnin wuzthi wurd
nthibiginnin wuzthiwurd nthibiginninwuzthiwurd
• in the beginning was the sound •

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And their judges spoke with one dialect,
but the condemned spoke with many voices.

And the prisons were full of many voices,
but never the dialect of the judges.

And the judges said:
“No-one is above the Law.”

—Tom Leonard, “And the judges said”
published in Situations Theoretical and Contemporary (Galloping Dog Press, 1986)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Glasgow #Glaswegian #voice #Scots #Scotslanguage #TomLeonard

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yi mist yirsell so yi did
we aw skiptwirr ferz njumptaffit thi lights
YIZIR AW PINE THEY FERZ THIMORRA
o it wizza scream
thaht big shite wiz dayniz nut…

—Tom Leonard, “A Scream”
from Six Glasgow Poems (1967)

(rrose sounds like a proper caution, by the way)

https://www.tomleonard.co.uk/online-poetry-and-prose.html

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Glasgow #Glaswegian #voice #Scots #Scotslanguage #TomLeonard

A Scream
Tom Leonard

yi mist yirsell so yi did
we aw skiptwirr ferz njumptaffit thi lights
YIZIR AW PINE THEY FERZ THIMORRA
o it wizza scream
thaht big shite wiz dayniz nut

tellnyi jean
we wirraw shoutn backit im
rrose shoutit shi widny puhllit furra penshin
o yi shooda seeniz face
hi didny no wherrty look

thing iz tay
thirz nay skool thimorra
thi daft kunt wullny even getiz bluddy ferz

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I like seeing nurse frieda knitting
as I like watching my wife knitting
as I liked watching my mother knitting
though she was more of a dabber
(plain and purl, plain and purl)…

—“in hospital” by Tom Leonard

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/hospital/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #TomLeonard

in hospital
Tom Leonard

I like seeing nurse frieda knitting
as I like watching my wife knitting
as I liked watching my mother knitting
though she was more of a dabber
(plain and purl, plain and purl)

it’s not
“women being in their place”
or knitting the chains that keep them down

just

the future, knitting the future
the present peaceful, quiet
as if

the same woman knitting
for a thousand years

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efturryd geenuz iz speel
iboot whut wuz right
nwhut wuz rang
boot this nthat
nthi nix thing
a sayzti the bloke
nwhut izzit yi caw
yir joab jimmy…

—Tom Leonard, “liason coordinator”
from GHOSTIE MEN (Galloping Dog Press, 1980)

https://www.tomleonard.co.uk/online-poetry-and-prose/liasoncoordinator.html

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Glasgow #Glaswegian #Scots #Scotslanguage #TomLeonard

efturryd geenuz iz speel
iboot whut wuz right
nwhut wuz rang
boot this nthat
nthi nix thing

a sayzti the bloke
nwhut izzit yi caw
yir joab jimmy

am a liason co-ordinator
hi sayz oh good ah sayz
a liason co-ordinator

jist whut this erria needs
whut way aw thi unimploymint
inaw thi bevvyin
nthi boayz runnin amock
nthi hoossyz fawnty bits
nthi wummin n tranquilisers
it last thiv sent uz
a liason co-ordinator

sumdy wia digree
in fuck knows whut
get peyd fur no known
whut thi fuck ti day way it

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one of those with quiet, naturally restrained, insistently monotoned voices

with that little selfcontained smile, always going on about Respect for History and the Abiding Sense of the Traditional…

—Tom Leonard, “The Elect”
published in MARKINGS 27, 2008

https://www.tomleonard.co.uk/online-poetry-and-prose/the-elect.html

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #TomLeonard

The Elect
Tom Leonard

one of those with quiet, naturally restrained, insistently monotoned voices

with that little self-contained smile, always going on about Respect for History and the Abiding Sense of the Traditional

who want all poets to have a sense of “basic form” and who are always quoting Yeats’s “Under Ben Bulben” about poets having to Learn Their Trade and not be All Out of Shape from Toe to Top

who think this has nothing to do with Yeats’s views on eugenics – "the better stocks have not been replacing their numbers” – “The results are already visible in the degeneration of literature” –

who complain of people with voices yclept loud, varied, opinionated, up and down, showy, the insufferably “engaged”, the political johnnies, the performance crowd, the “disastrous influence of the sixties”

who hate poets who carry electrical appliances and who cling fast to Aristotle’s dictum that a poet is a poet insofar as they have a command of metaphor

who do not want to know all this stuff about “the page as a field of semantic tension” or blethers about “the connection between lower case and democracy” or pontificatory nonsense about “the punctuation of spacing” and “the reader being present at the shared point of articulation”

one of them leant over and said to me quietly

do you know if the 44 bus still goes to Knightswood

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“Don’t you find
the use of phonetic urban dialect
rather constrictive?”

—Tom Leonard, “Fathers and Sons”
published in Intimate Voices: Selected Work, 1965–1983 (Galloping Dog Press, 1984)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #TomLeonard

FATHERS AND SONS
Tom Leonard

I remember being ashamed of my father
when he whispered the words out loud
reading the newspaper.

“Don’t you find
the use of phonetic urban dialect
rather constrictive?”
asks a member of the audience.

The poetry reading is over.
I will go home to my children.

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this is thi
six a clock
news thi
man said n
thi reason
a talk wia
BBC accent
iz coz yi
widny wahnt
mi ti talk
aboot thi
trooth wia
voice lik
wanna yoo
scruff. if
a toktaboot
thi trooth
lik wanna yoo
scruff yi
widny thingk
it wuz troo.
jist wanna yoo
scruff tokn.

—Tom Leonard, “The Six O’Clock News”
🎂 Tom Leonard, 22 Aug 1944

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Glasgow #Glaswegian #voice #Scots #Scotslanguage #TomLeonard

The Six O’Clock News
Tom Leonard

this is thi
six a clock
news thi
man said n
thi reason
a talk wia
BBC accent
iz coz yi
widny wahnt
mi ti talk
aboot thi
trooth wia
voice lik
wanna yoo
scruff. if
a toktaboot
thi trooth
lik wanna yoo
scruff yi
widny thingk
it wuz troo.
jist wanna yoo
scruff tokn.
thirza right
way ti spell
ana right way
to tok it. this
is me tokn yir
right way a
spellin. this
is ma trooth.
yooz doant no
thi trooth
yirsellz cawz
yi canny talk
right. this is
the six a clock
nyooz. belt up.

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These 'Blondes' are turning 100, and they're still a lot of fun

by Maureen Corrigan

https://www.npr.org/2025/08/11/nx-s1-5469836/gentlemen-prefer-blondes-review

Books by Anita Loos at PG:

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/48921

#books #literature

A cover of "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" shows a blond woman in a black low cut gown. All around her are shadowy lecherous-looking men.

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Starlings return
black commas spill from the sky
festooning rooftops
like coal-coloured bunting…

—Nalini Paul, “August”
published in The Flight of the Turtle: New Writing Scotland 29 (ASL, 2011)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry

Nalini Paul
AUGUST

Starlings return
black commas spill from the sky
festooning rooftops
like coal-coloured bunting.

The blue, yellow and red have gone.
The County Show outshone Shopping Week
by a well-ploughed mile
and heralded winter.

Black cattle, smudges of soot
in the browning fields.

Sunlight spreads
like toffee melting;
blinds drawn by nine.

The wind comes home again
with rain for company
whips the sea back to life
fills the streets with dark song.

Storms wipe the slate of the year clean
as if summer had never been.

But the last few midge bites
still itch.

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Brutalised Africans made Glasgow
amazing disgrace, how sweet the civic amnesia…
mansions without plaques
unrevised street names
no memorial.

—Kate Tough, “People Made Glasgow”

“A contemporary sickness has its roots in unredressed wrongs”

Today, 23 August, is the International Day for the Remembrance of the Slave Trade & its Abolition

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/people-made-glasgow/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Glasgow #slavery #abolition #SlaveryHistory #RememberSlavery

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Women Have Always Written SFF — But It Wasn’t Always Easy to Find

In the 1970s, many of the best new authors were women — do you remember how you first found their work?

By James Davis Nicoll

https://reactormag.com/women-have-always-written-sff-but-it-wasnt-always-easy-to-find/?utm_medium=email&_hsenc=p2ANqtz-8-Jz1eu4TLW6WeYT1nfVqXetVzQwA_H2BcdpfafyWXGvZqXaP0psgm71PUYlZCMcwX9FBeY_MJFuupaw6E6piDGgypgQ&_hsmi=375918471&utm_content=375918471&utm_source=hs_email

Science fiction at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/subject/36

#books #literature

Fresco found in Pompei representing a high society woman with accounting documents.

The fresco shows a young woman in a circular frame. She holds a stylus to her lips with her right hand, while in her left she carries a wax writing tablet bound with cords. Her gaze is steady and contemplative.

She is dressed in a green undergarment with a maroon cloak draped over her shoulders. Her hair is styled in tight curls, held back by a gold net or hairband, and she wears gold hoop earrings.

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Sappho_fresco_(from_Pompeii)#/media/File:Sappho_fresco.jpg

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Read the Dramatic 17th-Century Memoirs of Alice Thornton, Who Wrote Four Versions of Her Life Story

Researchers have digitized all four volumes, which are now available online. The autobiographies offer a compelling window into a tumultuous period in English history

By Sonja Anderson

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/read-the-dramatic-17th-century-memoirs-of-alice-thornton-who-wrote-four-versions-of-her-life-story-180987167/?utm_source=smithsoniandaily&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=editorial&lctg=93133550

The autobiography of Mrs. Alice Thornton is available at @internetarchive
https://ia801308.us.archive.org/9/items/autobiographyofm00thorrich/autobiographyofm00thorrich.pdf

#books #literature

Alice Thornton autobiography title page from 1875.

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Alice_Thornton#/media/File:Alice_Thornton_title_page_from_1875.png/2

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John Maclean (1879–1923), socialist & Red Clydesider, was born #OTD, 24 August

Listen to Hamish Henderson’s “The John Maclean March”, sung by Dick Gaughan (1972)
✊

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uAs5cyy5EM

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #song #folksong #socialism #Scotland #workingclass #history #labourhistory #RedClydeside #HamishHenderson #JohnMaclean

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William Blake’s painting The Ghost of a Flea speaks to processing childhood trauma

White paint dots the flea’s eye, so that he appears to be both looking ahead and looking at us.

By Sarah Corbett

https://theconversation.com/william-blakes-painting-the-ghost-of-a-flea-speaks-to-processing-childhood-trauma-234131

William Blake at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/295

#books #art #literature

The Ghost of a Flea, c. 1819–20. Tate. Tempera mixture panel with gold on mahogany, 21.4 cm × 16.2 cm (painting), 38.2 mm × 32.4 mm × 5.0 mm (frame).

The muscular and nude Flea is depicted using its jutting tongue to gorge on a bowl of blood. Part human, part vampire and part reptile, the beast strides from right to left between heavy and richly patterned curtains.

In his left hand he holds an acorn and in his right a thorn, both items drawn from the tradition of fairy iconography.

His massive neck is similar to that of a bull and holds a disproportionally small head, marked by glaring eyes and open jaws, and a venomous slithering tongue.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ghost_of_a_Flea#/media/File:William_Blake_002.jpg

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Shakespeare’s Greatest Rival

Without Christopher Marlowe, there might not have been a Bard.

by Nina Pasquini

https://www.harvardmagazine.com/books-literary-life/harvard-shakespeare-marlowe-literature

Christopher Marlowe at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/410

#books #literature

A 1585 portrait believed to be of Christopher Marlowe, by an unknown artist.

It depicts a young man, with long hair and a light beard, with his arms folded. He is expensively dressed in a dark doublet, possibly velvet, with rows of golden buttons. The doublet has a zig-zag pattern made by cuts in the cloth, exposing the orange lining.

The upper left hand corner of the portrait contains the date anno dni 1585, together with the age of the sitter expressed by the Latin text ætatis suæ 21, meaning of his own age 21.

Below this is a Latin motto, Quod me nutrit me destruit, in English That which nourishes me destroys me.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marlowe_portrait#/media/File:Christopher_Marlowe.jpg

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Frae fields whare Spring her sweets has blawn
Wi’ caller verdure our the lawn,
The Gowdspink comes in new attire,
The brawest ’mang the whistling choir…

—Robert Fergusson (1750–1774), “Ode to the Gowdspink”
from The Poetical Works of Robert Fergusson (Glasgow, 1800)

#Scottish #literature #Scots #Scotslanguage #poem #poetry #18thcentury #RobertFergusson #Spring #birds #naturepoetry #goldfinch

Ode to the Gowdspink
Robert Fergusson

Frae fields whare Spring her sweets has blawn
Wi’ caller verdure our the lawn,
The Gowdspink comes in new attire,
The brawest ’mang the whistling choir,
That, ere the sun can clear his ein,
Wi glib notes sain the simmer’s green.

Sure Nature herried mony a tree,
For spraings and bonny spats to thee:
Nae mair the rainbow can impart
Sic glowing ferlies o’ her art,
Whase pencil wrought its freaks at will
On thee the sey-piece o’ her skill.
Nae mair thro’ straths in simmer dight
We seek the rose to bless our sight;
Or bid the bonny wa’-flowers sprout
On yonder Ruin’s lofty snout.
Thy shining garments far outstrip
The cherries upo’ Hebe’s lip,

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And fool the tints that Nature chose
To busk and paint the crimson rose.

’Mang man, wae’s heart! we aften find
The brawest drest want peace o’ mind,
While he that gangs wi’ ragged coat
Is weel contentit wi’ his lot.
Whan wand wi’ glewy birdlime’s set,
To steal far aff your dautit mate,
Blyth wad ye change your cleething gay
In lieu of lavrock’s sober grey.
In vain thro’ woods you sair may ban
The envious treachery of man,
That, wi’ your gowden glister ta’en,
Still hunts you on the simmer’s plain,
And traps you ’mang the sudden fa’s
O’ winter’s dreary dreepin snaws.
Now steekit frae the gowany field,
Frae ilka fav’rite houff and bield,
But mergh, alas! to disengage
Your bonny buik frae fettering cage,
Your free-born bosom beats in vain
For darling liberty again.
In window hung, how aft we see
Thee keek around at warblers free,
That carol saft, and sweetly sing
Wi’ a’ the blythness o’ the spring?
Like Tantalus they hing you here,
To spy the glories o’ the year;
And tho’ you’re at the burnie’s brink,
They douna suffer you to drink.

Ah, Liberty! thou bonny dame,
How wildly wanton is the stream,
Round whilk the birdies a’ rejoice,
An’ hail you wi’ a gratefu’ voice.

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The Gowdspink chatters joyous here,
And courts wi’ gleesome sangs his peer:
The mavis frae the new-bloom’d thorn
Begins his lauds at earest morn;
And herd lowns loupin oe’r the grass,
Needs far less fleetching till his lass,
Than paughty damsels bred at courts
Wha thraw their mou’s, and take the dorts;
But, reft of thee, fient flee we care
For a’ that life ahint can spare.
The Gowdspink, that sae lang has kend
Thy happy sweets (his wonted friend),
Her sad confinement ill can brook
In some dark chaumer’s dowy nook;
Tho’ Mary’s hand his nebb supplies,
Unkend to hunger’s painfu’ cries,
Ev’n beauty canna chear the heart
Frae life, frae liberty apart;
For now we tyne its wonted lay,
Sae lightsome sweet, sae blythly gay.

Thus Fortune aft a curse can gie,
To wyle us far frae liberty;
Then tent her syren smiles wha list,
I’ll ne’er envy your girnel’s grist;
For whan fair Freedom smiles nae mair,
Care I for life? Shame fa’ the hair;
A field o’ergrown wi’ rankest stubble,
The essence o’ a paltry bubble.

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Roald Dahl (1916–1990) was born #OTD, 13 September. A huge influence on his writing was Saki (Hector Hugh Munro, 1870–1916). Dahl wrote,

“In all literature, [Saki] was the first to employ successfully a wildly outrageous premise in order to make a serious point. I love that. And today the best of his stories are still better than the best of just about every other writer around.”

@bookstodon

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https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v38/n16/katherine-rundell/ferrets-can-be-gods

#Scottish #literature #RoaldDahl #kidlit #ChildrensLiterature #Saki

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