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In the Film Death in Venice, Music Is the NarratorA haunting score shapes the rise and fall of a writer consumed by infatuation.By: Angelica Frey <a href="https://daily.jstor.org/in-the-film-death-in-venice-music-is-the-narrator/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="daily.jstor.org/in-the-film-death-in-venice-music-is-the-narrator/">https://daily.jstor.org/in-the-film-death-in-venice-music-is-the-narrator/</a>Death in Venice at PG: <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/66073" rel="nofollow">https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/66073</a><a href="/tags/books/" rel="tag">#books</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/movie/" rel="tag">#movie</a> <a href="/tags/music/" rel="tag">#music</a>

Thomas Mann, Nobel Prize winner for literature in 1929.

A black-and-white portrait photograph of Thomas Mann in three-quarter view, his right hand raised to his temple in a thoughtful pose. He has neatly combed dark hair, a short moustache, and deep-set eyes with a serious, somewhat intense expression. He wears a dark jacket, white shirt, and tie. A ring is visible on his finger.

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How Women Researchers Changed Our Understanding of Women’s Economic LivesHow can better data drive economic change? ‘We Do Declare’ uses oral histories to reveal how women collected evidence, reframed the conversation about money, and shaped lasting policy and economic opportunity.by Rachel F. Seidman<a href="https://www.smithsonianmag.com/blogs/smithsonian-american-womens-history-museum/2026/03/09/we-do-declare-collect-new-data-and-ask-new-questions-about-money/?utm_source=smithsoniandaily&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=editorial&lctg=93133550" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.smithsonianmag.com/blogs/smithsonian-american-womens-history-museum/2026/03/09/we-do-declare-collect-new-data-and-ask-new-questions-about-money/?utm_source=smithsoniandaily&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=editorial&lctg=93133550">https://www.smithsonianmag.com/blogs/smithsonian-american-womens-history-museum/2026/03/09/we-do-declare-collect-new-data-and-ask-new-questions-about-money/?utm_source=smithsoniandaily&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=editorial&lctg=93133550</a>Women’s Economic Lives & Women economy at PG: <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/68759" rel="nofollow">https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/68759</a> <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/search/?query=women+economy" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/search/?query=women+economy">https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/search/?query=women+economy</a> <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/57913" rel="nofollow">https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/57913</a><a href="/tags/books/" rel="tag">#books</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/womenhistorymonth/" rel="tag">#womenhistoryMonth</a>

Cover image of the book Women and Economics

by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

A plain dark burgundy cloth book cover with centred text in gold or cream lettering reading: Women and Economics / A Study of the Economic Relation Between Men and Women as a Factor in Social Evolution / By Charlotte Perkins Stetson. No illustration or decoration, just typography on a solid ground.

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Literary Celebrity, Mussolini’s Mouthpiece, AND American Traitor: Who Was Ezra Pound?Stephen Harding on the Modernist Poet and His Fascist Politics<a href="https://lithub.com/literary-celebrity-mussolinis-mouthpiece-and-american-traitor-who-was-ezra-pound/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="lithub.com/literary-celebrity-mussolinis-mouthpiece-and-american-traitor-who-was-ezra-pound/">https://lithub.com/literary-celebrity-mussolinis-mouthpiece-and-american-traitor-who-was-ezra-pound/</a>Books by Pound at PG:<a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/2637" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/2637">https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/2637</a><a href="/tags/books/" rel="tag">#books</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a>

"Black-and-white United States passport photograph of American writer Ezra Pound" - picryl.com

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In limbo, on a still March day, the streets are gritty and the sun papered over and the great-tits in bare trees are keening Weegie Weegie Weegie…—Carol McKay, “Keening” published in Poetry Scotland 102 (Autumn 2021)<a href="https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/keening/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/keening/">https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/keening/</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/poem/" rel="tag">#poem</a> <a href="/tags/poetry/" rel="tag">#poetry</a> <a href="/tags/spring/" rel="tag">#Spring</a> <a href="/tags/march/" rel="tag">#March</a>

Keening
Carol McKay

In limbo, on a still March day, the streets
are gritty and the sun papered over
and the great-tits in bare trees are keening
Weegie Weegie Weegie.

A man is blocking a hole in the soffit
under the dentist’s roof where the jackdaws
last year raised their chicks.
But he might not know.

My thoughts are moths. They rise up, powdery grey,
and fly off, leaving dusty residue.
In this isolation, far from my chicks,
I don’t know where I am, or how, or who.

Above my head a great gull ululates.
I lean into this old stone wall with its
sugaring of mica and its silvery trails
and my chest and throat spasm soundless in our unifying loss.

Then jackdaws, black against wallpaper cloud,
stratify into six pairs, giddy with love,
in tune with spring’s ever-renewing surge,
and I centre. Ground.

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WayWORD Spring Programme 2026 Aberdeen, 12–22 MayA series of events bringing together literature, ecology, sound and live research. Events include Publishing in Scotland Today Tapsalteerie Poetry Showcase Ekphrastic Poetry Workshop Women in Nature Douglas Stuart: John of John Book Launch Geothermal Soundwalk<a href="https://waywordfestival.com" rel="nofollow">https://waywordfestival.com</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/ecology/" rel="tag">#ecology</a> <a href="/tags/sound/" rel="tag">#sound</a> <a href="/tags/science/" rel="tag">#science</a> <a href="/tags/aberdeen/" rel="tag">#Aberdeen</a> <a href="/tags/wayword/" rel="tag">#Wayword</a>

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You’d know her house by the drawn blinds – by the cormorants pitched on the boundary wall, the black crosses of their wings hung out to dry…—Robin Robertson, “At Roane Head” in the London Review of Books, 14 August 2008Today, 22 March, is International Seal Day 🦭<a href="https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v30/n16/robin-robertson/at-roane-head" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v30/n16/robin-robertson/at-roane-head">https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v30/n16/robin-robertson/at-roane-head</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/poem/" rel="tag">#poem</a> <a href="/tags/poetry/" rel="tag">#poetry</a> <a href="/tags/folklore/" rel="tag">#folklore</a> <a href="/tags/seal/" rel="tag">#seal</a> <a href="/tags/seals/" rel="tag">#seals</a> <a href="/tags/selkie/" rel="tag">#selkie</a> <a href="/tags/internationalsealday/" rel="tag">#InternationalSealDay</a>

At Roane Head
Robin Robertson

for John Burnside

You’d know her house by the drawn blinds –
by the cormorants pitched on the boundary wall,
the black crosses of their wings hung out to dry.
You’d tell it by the quicken and the pine that hid it
from the sea and from the brief light of the sun,
and by Aonghas the collie, lying at the door
where he died: a rack of bones like a sprung trap.

A fork of barnacle geese came over, with that slow
squeak of rusty saws. The bitter sea’s complaining pull
and roll; a whicker of pigeons, lifting in the wood.

She’d had four sons, I knew that well enough,
and each one wrong. All born blind, they say,
slack-jawed and simple, web-footed,
rickety as sticks. Beautiful faces, I’m told,
though blank as air.
Someone saw them once, outside, hirpling
down to the shore, chittering like rats,
and said they were fine swimmers,
but I would have guessed at that.

Her husband left her: said
they couldn’t be his, they were more
fish than human;
he said they were beglamoured,
and searched their skin for the showing marks.

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For years she tended each difficult flame:
their tight, flickering bodies.
Each night she closed
the scales of their eyes to smoor the fire.

Until he came again,
that last time,
thick with drink, saying
he’d had enough of this,
all this witchery,
and made them stand
in a row by their beds,
twitching. Their hands
flapped; herring-eyes
rolled in their heads.
He went along the line
relaxing them
one after another
with a small knife.

They say she goes out every night to lay
blankets on the graves to keep them warm.
It would put the heart across you, all that grief.

There was an otter worrying in the leaves, a heron
loping slow over the water when I came
at scraich of day, back to her door.

She’d hung four stones in a necklace, wore
four rings on the hand that led me past the room
with four small candles burning
which she called ‘the room of rain’.
Milky smoke poured up from the grate
like a waterfall in reverse
and she said my name,
and it was the only thing
and the last thing that she said.

She gave me a skylark’s egg in a bed of frost;
gave me twists of my four sons’ hair; gave me
her husband’s head in a wooden box.
Then she gave me the sealskin, and I put it on.

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My son has birds in his head.I know them now. I catch the pitch of their calls, their shrill cacophonies, their chitterings, their coos…—“Daedalus”, by Alastair Reid (1926–2014) – born 100 years ago <a href="/tags/otd/" rel="tag">#OTD</a>, 22 March published in WEATHERING, <a href="https://bookish.community/@canongatebooks" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@canongatebooks</a> 19781/4<a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/poem/" rel="tag">#poem</a> <a href="/tags/poetry/" rel="tag">#poetry</a> <a href="/tags/20thcentury/" rel="tag">#20thcentury</a>

Daedalus
Alastair Reid

My son has birds in his head.

I know them now. I catch
the pitch of their calls, their shrill
cacophonies, their chitterings, their coos.
They hover behind his eyes and come to rest
on a branch, on a book, grow still,
claws curled, wings furled.
His is a bird world.

I learn the flutter of his moods,
his moments of swoop and soar.
From the ground I feel him try
the limits of the air –
sudden lift, sudden terror –
and move in time to cradle
his quivering, feathered fear.

At evening, in the tower,
I see him to sleep and see
the hooding-over of eyes,
the slow folding of wings.
I wake to his morning twitterings,
to the croomb of his becoming.

He chooses his selves – wren, hawk,
swallow or owl – to explore
the trees and rooftops of his heady wishing.
Tomtit, birdwit.
Am I to call him down, to give him
a grounding, teach him gravity?
Gently, gently.
Time tells us what we weigh, and soon enough
his feet will reach the ground.
Age, like a cage, will enclose him.
So the wise men said.

My son has birds in his head.

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‘The Tibetan Book of the Dead’ is actually not just about deathThe Tibetan Book of the Dead,” arguably is the most well-known Tibetan Buddhist text outside Tibet.by Jue Liang<a href="https://theconversation.com/the-tibetan-book-of-the-dead-is-actually-not-just-about-death-247174" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="theconversation.com/the-tibetan-book-of-the-dead-is-actually-not-just-about-death-247174">https://theconversation.com/the-tibetan-book-of-the-dead-is-actually-not-just-about-death-247174</a>Buddhist literature at PG: <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/subject/37455" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/subject/37455">https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/subject/37455</a><a href="/tags/books/" rel="tag">#books</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/buddhism/" rel="tag">#buddhism</a>

Tibetan Thanka of Bardo. Vision of Serene Deities, 19th century, Guimet Museum

A Tibetan thangka painting on a dark background. At the centre, a large black Buddha figure sits in meditation lotus posture within a luminous white and gold mandorla. Surrounding this central figure, arranged in concentric circular bands, are numerous smaller deity figures — Buddhas and bodhisattvas — each seated within individual oval or circular aureoles, rendered in warm reds, golds, whites, and greens. Two larger figures appear at the top in cloud-like settings. At the bottom, a more complex terrestrial or narrative scene is depicted with smaller figures, architectural elements, and landscape details.

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e8/Bardo._Vision_des_divinit%C3%A9s_sereines.jpg/330px-Bardo._Vision_des_divinit%C3%A9s_sereines.jpg

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The Dante Map: Mary Hensman’s MasterpiecePosted by: Cynthia Smith"In celebration of Women’s History Month, I am featuring the map below. It was designed by the 19th century scholar and mapmaker Mary Hensman. The map is a detailed guide to the places that the Italian poet Dante Alighieri visited as well as the locations mentioned in his literary works."<a href="https://blogs.loc.gov/maps/2026/03/the-dante-map-mary-hensmans-masterpiece/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="blogs.loc.gov/maps/2026/03/the-dante-map-mary-hensmans-masterpiece/">https://blogs.loc.gov/maps/2026/03/the-dante-map-mary-hensmans-masterpiece/</a>Books by Dante at PG:<a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/search/?query=Dante+Alighieri" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/search/?query=Dante+Alighieri">https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/search/?query=Dante+Alighieri</a><a href="/tags/books/" rel="tag">#books</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/cartography/" rel="tag">#cartography</a> <a href="/tags/womenshistorymonth/" rel="tag">#womenshistorymonth</a>

Dante Map. It shows Italy and other places in the Mediterranean associated with Dante

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“I am a man upon the land, I am a selkie in the sea, And when I’m far and far frae land My hame is in the Sule Skerry”—The Great Selkie of Sule Skerry (traditional)22 March is <a href="/tags/internationalsealday/" rel="tag">#InternationalSealDay</a> 🦭🎨: Vernon Hill, “The Great Sealchie of Sule Skerrie”, in Ballads Weird & Wonderful (1912)<a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/folksong/" rel="tag">#folksong</a> <a href="/tags/folklore/" rel="tag">#folklore</a> <a href="/tags/selkie/" rel="tag">#selkie</a> <a href="/tags/poem/" rel="tag">#poem</a> <a href="/tags/poetry/" rel="tag">#poetry</a> <a href="/tags/scots/" rel="tag">#Scots</a> <a href="/tags/scotslanguage/" rel="tag">#Scotslanguage</a> <a href="/tags/seal/" rel="tag">#seal</a> <a href="/tags/seals/" rel="tag">#seals</a>

The Great Selkie of Sule Skerry
Traditional

An earthly nourris sits and sings
And aye she sings, “Ba lilly wean,
Little ken I my bairnie’s faither
Far less the land that he bides in.”

And up come he to her bed fit,
And a grumlie guest I’m sure was he,
Saying, “Here am I, thy bairnie’s faither
Although I may not comely be.

“I am a man upon the land,
I am a selkie in the sea,
And when I’m far and far frae land
My hame is in the Sule Skerry.”

Then he has taen a purse of gold
And he has set it on her knee,
Saying, “Gie to me, my ain wee son,
And you accept your nourris fee.

“It shall come to pass on a summer’s day
When the sun shines bricht on every stane
That I will tak my ain wee son
And learn him how to swim the faem.

“And you will marry a proud gunner,
And a richt good gunner I’m sure he’ll be,
And wi the first shot that e’er he fires
He’ll kill baith my bonnie son and me.”

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A monochrome illustration, full of soft, subtle shading. A young woman cradles a baby at her breast. She looks over her shoulder towards a strange, splay-legged figure, bearded, with a drooping moustache and small, staring, inhuman eyes. He reaches out his right hand, offering the woman a small sack of coins. A small crucifix hangs on a post behind the two figures.

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“Had a fit of the scunners: heart withered up.”—Willa Muir (1890–1970) was born <a href="/tags/otd/" rel="tag">#OTD</a>, 13 March, 1890. Her translations of Kafka solidified his reputation in English, & then internationally.Prof Michelle Woods looks at Willa Muir – a Shetland translator in Prague1/5<a href="https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2020/12/willa-muir-a-shetland-translator-in-prague/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2020/12/willa-muir-a-shetland-translator-in-prague/">https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2020/12/willa-muir-a-shetland-translator-in-prague/</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/20thcentury/" rel="tag">#20thcentury</a> <a href="/tags/womenwriters/" rel="tag">#womenwriters</a> <a href="/tags/translation/" rel="tag">#translation</a> <a href="/tags/translator/" rel="tag">#translator</a> <a href="/tags/franzkafka/" rel="tag">#FranzKafka</a> <a href="/tags/shetland/" rel="tag">#Shetland</a> <a href="/tags/prague/" rel="tag">#Prague</a>

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When you were people We could have loved you, Found out your names And brought you presents…—AC Jacobs, “Poem for Innocent Victims of War” Published in NAMELESS COUNTRY: Selected Poems (Carcanet, 2018)<a href="https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781784106751/nameless-country/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.carcanet.co.uk/9781784106751/nameless-country/">https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781784106751/nameless-country/</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/poem/" rel="tag">#poem</a> <a href="/tags/poetry/" rel="tag">#poetry</a> <a href="/tags/20thcentury/" rel="tag">#20thcentury</a> <a href="/tags/warpoetry/" rel="tag">#WarPoetry</a>

Poem for Innocent Victims of War
A. C. Jacobs

You did not die for me
Or love or desperation.
No-one chipped your names
On plaques on peaceful blocks of stone.
You are just the useless dead
Who mock our daily sin of passion,
Climb through our heads in cold, slow silence.

When you were people
We could have loved you,
Found out your names
And brought you presents.
We could have walked around with your response.

Or even if you chose to die
We might have understood your longing
And written down your utmost fear.

Now, though, you have got beyond our feelings,
And we can never almost follow
To learn your last shared and perfect secret.

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“The more time you spend here in the Highlands, the more you recognise and realise and come to feel yourself part of the different layers of the land [… people] see it as wild and untameable, when in actual fact it is very much a human landscape”—Annie Worsley recommends her best five books on the Scottish Highlands<a href="https://fivebooks.com/best-books/scottish-highlands-annie-worsley/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="fivebooks.com/best-books/scottish-highlands-annie-worsley/">https://fivebooks.com/best-books/scottish-highlands-annie-worsley/</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/poetry/" rel="tag">#poetry</a> <a href="/tags/naturewriting/" rel="tag">#naturewriting</a> <a href="/tags/memoir/" rel="tag">#memoir</a> <a href="/tags/nanshepherd/" rel="tag">#NanShepherd</a> <a href="/tags/normanmaccaig/" rel="tag">#NormanMacCaig</a> <a href="/tags/highlands/" rel="tag">#Highlands</a> <a href="/tags/scottishhighlands/" rel="tag">#ScottishHighlands</a> <a href="/tags/books/" rel="tag">#books</a>

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<a href="/tags/otd/" rel="tag">#OTD</a> in 1869 writer Algernon Blackwood was born. He "was an English broadcasting narrator, journalist, novelist and short story writer, and among the most prolific ghost story writers in the history of the genre."<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algernon_Blackwood" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algernon_Blackwood">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algernon_Blackwood</a>Books by Blackwood at PG:<a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/1370" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/1370">https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/1370</a><a href="/tags/books/" rel="tag">#books</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a>

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When proof of Einstein’s Glaswegian birth First hit the media everything else was dropped…—Robert Crawford, “Alba Einstein” – from Selected Poems (Cape, 2005)Albert Einstein (1879–1955) was born <a href="/tags/otd/" rel="tag">#OTD</a>, 14 March. In Glasgow.Listen to Robert Crawford read “Alba Einstein” on The Poetry Archive: <a href="https://poetryarchive.org/poem/alba-einstein/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="poetryarchive.org/poem/alba-einstein/">https://poetryarchive.org/poem/alba-einstein/</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/poem/" rel="tag">#poem</a> <a href="/tags/poetry/" rel="tag">#poetry</a> <a href="/tags/einstein/" rel="tag">#Einstein</a> <a href="/tags/famousscots/" rel="tag">#FamousScots</a> <a href="/tags/glasgow/" rel="tag">#Glasgow</a>

Alba Einsten
Robert Crawford

When proof of Einstein’s Glaswegian birth
First hit the media everything else was dropped:
Logie Baird, Dundee painters, David Hume – all
Got the big E. Physics documentaries
Became peak-viewing; Scots publishers hurled awa
MacDiarmid like an overbaked potato, and swooped
On the memorabilia: Einstein Used My Fruitshop,
Einstein in Old Postcards, Einstein's Bearsden Relatives.
Hot on their heels came the A. E. Fun Park,
Quantum Court, Glen Einstein Highland Malt.
Glasgow was booming. Scotland rose to its feet
At Albert Suppers where The Toast to the General Theory
Was given by footballers, panto-dames, or restaurateurs.
In the US an ageing lab-technician recorded
How the Great Man when excited showed a telltale glottal stop.
He'd loved fiddlers’ rallies. His favourite sport was curling.
Thanks to this, Scottish business expanded
Endlessly. His head grew toby-jug-shaped,
Ideal for keyrings. He'd always worn brogues.
Ate bannocks in exile. As a wee boy he’d read The Beano.
His name brought new energy: our culture was solidly based
On pride in our hero, The Universal Scot.

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How I write – in conversation with Imtiaz Dharker 19 March, free online (optional donation)Imtiaz Dharker will discuss her work, career, & creative routines with poet & Chair of the Society of Authors Poetry & Spoken Word Group, Dean Atta @writingcommunity <a href="https://societyofauthors.org/event/how-i-write-in-conversation-with-imtiaz-dharker/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="societyofauthors.org/event/how-i-write-in-conversation-with-imtiaz-dharker/">https://societyofauthors.org/event/how-i-write-in-conversation-with-imtiaz-dharker/</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/poetry/" rel="tag">#poetry</a> <a href="/tags/imtiazdharker/" rel="tag">#ImtiazDharker</a> <a href="/tags/writing/" rel="tag">#writing</a> <a href="/tags/writingcommunity/" rel="tag">#writingCommunity</a>

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Currently on the BBC iPlayer: The 39 Steps: The Read with John HannahMurder, conspiracy and espionage are the themes of John Buchan’s gripping novel that sees Richard Hannay, a bored adventurer, become embroiled in a plot to assassinate a political figure.<a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m002rxp2/the-read-series-4-the-39-steps-the-read-with-john-hannah" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m002rxp2/the-read-series-4-the-39-steps-the-read-with-john-hannah">https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m002rxp2/the-read-series-4-the-39-steps-the-read-with-john-hannah</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/20thcentury/" rel="tag">#20thcentury</a> <a href="/tags/thriller/" rel="tag">#thriller</a> <a href="/tags/the39steps/" rel="tag">#The39Steps</a> <a href="/tags/johnbuchan/" rel="tag">#JohnBuchan</a>

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As I came over the Harden hill A whaup on the moor was whistling shrill In his pride to be first recorder Of new life stirred in the sleeping ling Of laughter and love and song—and Spring— And the first blue day on the Border.—Will H. Ogilvie, “The First Blue Day on the Border” from The Border Poems of Will H. Ogilvie (John Murray Hood, 1959)<a href="https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/first-blue-day-border/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/first-blue-day-border/">https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/first-blue-day-border/</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/20thcentury/" rel="tag">#20thcentury</a> <a href="/tags/poem/" rel="tag">#poem</a> <a href="/tags/poetry/" rel="tag">#poetry</a> <a href="/tags/spring/" rel="tag">#Spring</a>

The First Blue Day on the Border
Will H. Ogilvie

As I came over the Harden hill
A whaup on the moor was whistling shrill
In his pride to be first recorder
Of new life stirred in the sleeping ling,
Of laughter and love and song—and Spring—
And the first blue day on the Border.

As I came down on the Borthwick side
The thorn stood white as a waiting bride
And the willow was leaning toward her;
The song of the river was sweet and loud,
The sky had never a single cloud
On the first blue day on the Border.

The ash was jewelled with buds of jet,
The crimson tufts on the larch were set
To be lit when the gods gave order;
Over the elm was a ruby sheen
Where the sunlight glittered the boughs between
On the first blue day on the Border.

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What is... Traditional Storytelling? 7 May, Scottish Storytelling Centre, Edinburgh & online. FreeStorytelling comes in all shapes and sizes, but how do we know what makes it “traditional” or not? Orkney storyteller Tom Muir explores the question <a href="https://scottishstorytellingcentre.online.red61.co.uk/event/913:6494/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="scottishstorytellingcentre.online.red61.co.uk/event/913:6494/">https://scottishstorytellingcentre.online.red61.co.uk/event/913:6494/</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/storytelling/" rel="tag">#storytelling</a> <a href="/tags/folktale/" rel="tag">#folktale</a> <a href="/tags/tradition/" rel="tag">#tradition</a> <a href="/tags/traditional/" rel="tag">#traditional</a> <a href="/tags/orkney/" rel="tag">#Orkney</a>

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The heroines of Santa BarbaraHow an organised body of women changed the female role in warby Helena Nogué<a href="https://www.europeana.eu/en/stories/the-heroines-of-santa-barbara?mtm_campaign=Email%20Marketing&mtm_kwd=Europeana%20Newsletter&mtm_source=Newsletter&mtm_content=March%202026" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.europeana.eu/en/stories/the-heroines-of-santa-barbara?mtm_campaign=Email%20Marketing&mtm_kwd=Europeana%20Newsletter&mtm_source=Newsletter&mtm_content=March%202026">https://www.europeana.eu/en/stories/the-heroines-of-santa-barbara?mtm_campaign=Email%20Marketing&mtm_kwd=Europeana%20Newsletter&mtm_source=Newsletter&mtm_content=March%202026</a>Spain history at PG: <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/subjects/search/?query=history+spain" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/subjects/search/?query=history+spain">https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/subjects/search/?query=history+spain</a><a href="/tags/books/" rel="tag">#books</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/womenhistorymonth/" rel="tag">#womenhistoryMonth</a>

PALMA VECCHIO, Santa Barbara (detail) S. M. Formosa, Venice.

The figure is rendered with serene, idealized beauty. She gazes slightly to one side with a calm, composed expression. Her long hair flows loosely, and she wears a crown of spikes. A ribbon or cloth is wound through her hair on the right side.

https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/72598/pg72598-images.html

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Habermas and climate actionJürgen Habermas offers a framework for action on climate change – justice and deliberation are as important as the scienceby Emilie Pratticois<a href="https://aeon.co/essays/how-can-habermas-help-us-think-about-climate-change?utm_source=Aeon+Newsletter&utm_campaign=a8acf4af90-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2026_03_24&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_-4ef8a26106-72664972" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="aeon.co/essays/how-can-habermas-help-us-think-about-climate-change?utm_source=Aeon+Newsletter&utm_campaign=a8acf4af90-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2026_03_24&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_-4ef8a26106-72664972">https://aeon.co/essays/how-can-habermas-help-us-think-about-climate-change?utm_source=Aeon+Newsletter&utm_campaign=a8acf4af90-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2026_03_24&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_-4ef8a26106-72664972</a>Climate changes at PG: <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/subjects/search/?query=climate+changes" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/subjects/search/?query=climate+changes">https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/subjects/search/?query=climate+changes</a><a href="/tags/books/" rel="tag">#books</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/environment/" rel="tag">#environment</a>

Fig. 1. Climatic changes and mountain building.
(After Schuchert, in The Evolution of the Earth and Its Inhabitants, edited by R. S. Lull.)

Diagram showing the times and probable extent of the more or less marked climate changes in the geologic history of North America, and of its elevation into chains of mountains.

https://www.gutenberg.org/files/37855/37855-h/37855-h.htm

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Medieval monks in Easter Ross – and not the Hebridean island of Iona – may have created the intricately decorated 1,200-year-old Book of Kells, according to researchers. A new project will explore the possibility it was created at a monastery in Portmahomack where there was a workshop turning animal hides into vellum.<a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c8r4jxj0e3jo" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c8r4jxj0e3jo">https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c8r4jxj0e3jo</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/medieval/" rel="tag">#medieval</a> <a href="/tags/earlymedieval/" rel="tag">#earlymedieval</a> <a href="/tags/history/" rel="tag">#history</a> <a href="/tags/bookhistory/" rel="tag">#BookHistory</a> <a href="/tags/bookofkells/" rel="tag">#BookofKells</a> <a href="/tags/arthistory/" rel="tag">#arthistory</a> <a href="/tags/celticart/" rel="tag">#CelticArt</a>

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I’m out here now on the roof. Look! I had to get nearer the sky, For the city was too full of rooms And I can’t be content with a window…—Margaret Tait, “A Poem for a Morning” published in Margaret Tait: poems, stories & writings (Carcanet, 2012)<a href="https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781800173798/poems-stories-and-writings/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.carcanet.co.uk/9781800173798/poems-stories-and-writings/">https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781800173798/poems-stories-and-writings/</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/poem/" rel="tag">#poem</a> <a href="/tags/poetry/" rel="tag">#poetry</a> <a href="/tags/20thcentury/" rel="tag">#20thcentury</a> <a href="/tags/womenwriters/" rel="tag">#womenwriters</a> <a href="/tags/orkney/" rel="tag">#Orkney</a>

A Poem for a Morning
Margaret Tait

I’m out here now
on the roof. Look!
I had to get nearer the sky,
For the city was too full of rooms
And I can’t be content with a window.

It’s too small a thing to accept the ready-made frame.
We builders must keep making our own cities.
Oh, please
Don’t fell the trees
For your city, because I need them for mine.

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Florence Marian McNeill (1885–1973) was born <a href="/tags/otd/" rel="tag">#OTD</a>, 26 March. A notable figure in Scotland’s 20th-century literary renaissance, she wrote on politics, food & folklore – including THE SILVER BOUGH, a 4-volume study of Scottish festivals & folk-belief1/4<a href="https://www.scottishwomenwritersontheweb.net/writers-a-to-z/florence-marian-mcneill" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="www.scottishwomenwritersontheweb.net/writers-a-to-z/florence-marian-mcneill">https://www.scottishwomenwritersontheweb.net/writers-a-to-z/florence-marian-mcneill</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/20thcentury/" rel="tag">#20thcentury</a> <a href="/tags/womenwriters/" rel="tag">#womenwriters</a> <a href="/tags/folklore/" rel="tag">#folklore</a> <a href="/tags/foodhistory/" rel="tag">#foodhistory</a>

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RE: <a href="https://mastodon.scot/@scotlit/116295049247030578" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="mastodon.scot/@scotlit/116295049247030578">https://mastodon.scot/@scotlit/116295049247030578</a>There are 2 episodes of the Scottish Food History Podcast on the life and legacy of Florence Marian McNeill. Presented by Dr Lindsay Middleton and Peter Gilchrist, with guests Jeremy Lee and Dr Gina Lyle. Part 1:<a href="https://rss.com/podcasts/the-scottish-food-history-podcast/1922679/" rel="nofollow" class="ellipsis" title="rss.com/podcasts/the-scottish-food-history-podcast/1922679/">https://rss.com/podcasts/the-scottish-food-history-podcast/1922679/</a><a href="/tags/scottish/" rel="tag">#Scottish</a> <a href="/tags/literature/" rel="tag">#literature</a> <a href="/tags/20thcentury/" rel="tag">#20thcentury</a> <a href="/tags/womenwriters/" rel="tag">#womenwriters</a> <a href="/tags/folklore/" rel="tag">#folklore</a> <a href="/tags/foodhistory/" rel="tag">#foodhistory</a> <a href="/tags/podcast/" rel="tag">#podcast</a>

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