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Happy World Snake Day – 16 July – to all who celebrate. Here’s Edwin Morgan’s “Siesta of a Hungarian Snake”, published in COLLECTED POEMS (Carcanet, 1990) 🐍

https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781857541885/collected-poems/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #EdwinMorgan #snakes #snake #WorldSnakeDay

Edwin Morgan
Siesta of a Hungarian Snake

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57d

The grey roots circle thee, who never knew
At any hour within thy travels lone
A human shape but mine…

—Olive Fraser, “The Adder of Quinag”
published in THE WRONG MUSIC, @canongatebooks 1989

Another poem for World Snake Day 🐍

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/adder-quinag/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #snake #snakes #naturewriting #naturepoetry #Quinag #Sutherland #Highlands #WorldSnakeDay

The Adder of Quinag
Olive Fraser

The grey roots circle thee, who never knew
At any hour within thy travels lone
A human shape but mine. Thou com’st to view,
Wild, unafraid, what stands beside thy stone
And gazes on thee in thy wilderness
Of fifty miles. What thinkst thou of me,
For I am of a race thou could’st not guess
Would murder all thy hapless innocency?

O mountain, take thy small heart back again
And keep him in thy care when I shall go,
Unvisited by all things but the rain,
The hurtless sunbeams, and the winds that blow
For ever in his moors. O let him hold
No intricate memory of that being who stood
Just once by his wild beauty, and did fold
Him with a blessing alien to my blood.

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56d

Come to Where I Am
11 Aug, Edinburgh. £15 / pay what you can

A special one-off new writing showcase presented by Paines Plough in association with Playwrights’ Studio Scotland

Three Scottish playwrights – Uma Nada-Rajah, Hannah Lavery, & Linda McLean – present monologues about the places & people that shape them

https://bookings.shedinburgh.com/event/9854:106/9854:143/

#Scottish #literature #drama #theatre #playwright

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An orange sunshade wheels about her head.
The sunshade shading sun is yet a sun
mimicked by colour, halo of the red
and mild attendant of the coloured bone…

—Iain Crichton Smith, “Girl with orange sunshade”
published in DEER ON THE HIGH HILLS (Carcanet, 2021)

https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781800170940/deer-on-the-high-hills/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #IainCrichtonSmith #summer

Iain Crichton Smith
Girl with orange sunshade

An orange sunshade wheels about her head.
The sunshade shading sun is yet a sun
mimicked by colour, halo of the red
and mild attendant of the coloured bone.

Yet it is mimic as if the other sun
should not attack her, being saved by this
paper not passion which she learns to spin
as if herself were Fortune, pert-faced miss.

And this cool wheel about her ordered hair
is like the art we nourish in our rooms
on little water and a jar of air.
It holds us steady from the searing flames.
We mimic fire to shield us from the fire
and shade our heads with bright and paper poems.

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Nights and days of blinding rain, Atlantic lows
sweeping across the carse
trees and hills lost in thick noonday mist.

Now this raw light
and a hard Steppe wind pouring down Glen Tye
towards the late sun…

—Chris Powici, “The Wild Summer”
published in Talking About Lobsters: New Writing Scotland 34 (ASL, 2016)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry

Chris Powici
The Wid Summer

i.m. Angus Dunn

Nights and days of blinding rain, Atlantic lows
sweeping across the carse
trees and hills lost in thick noonday mist.

Now this raw light
and a hard Steppe wind pouring down Glen Tye
towards the late sun.

A raven lifts from a fencepost
and gives itself to the cold, marvellous air
pitching and wheeling
as if there’s no tomorrow, as if there’s
only ever hunger, longing, flight – here, now

and this, as you know, is the real poem Angus –
a lone dark bird telling the truth about the world
telling it well –
not these words

though, given time, I’ll get them as right as I can
even if there’s no raven, just skeins of autumn greylag
flowing calmly south.

Even if it’s way too late by then.

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56d

She’s goat her legs oot –
her foldin plastic chair
oan the gress at Glesga Green –
an her airms an enough
creamy dimpled bosom
tae please Renoir…

—Sheila Templeton, “Glesga Fair”
published in Songs of Other Places: New Writing Scotland 32 (ASL, 2014)

The Glasgow Fair is a holiday dating back to the 12th century CE. Happy Fair Weekend to all the Glasgow Fairies!

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #Glasgow #GlasgowFair

Glesga Fair
Sheila Templeton

She’s goat her legs oot –
her foldin plastic chair
oan the gress at Glesga Green –
an her airms an enough
creamy dimpled bosom
tae please Renoir;
bra straps oan show,
frock lirkit richt up
ower her knees
sittin lik a mannie
legs weel splayed as if
tae accommodate
magnificent baws –
but it’s no that.
It’s tae mak room
mak a space
for her belly,
lovely big roon
wumman’s belly
growthie in the sun.

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61d

Jenni Fagan: ‘Maya Angelou taught me that I owed myself hope’

The Scottish author on loving The Hobbit, fairytales, Frankenstein and the shock of A Clockwork Orange

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2026/jul/10/jenni-fagan-maya-angelou-taught-me-that-i-owed-myself-hope

#Scottish #literature #novel #womenwriters #JenniFagan

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“…on one occasion the Highland Queen was berthed by the master and a boy, the rest of the crew being quite incapable…”

In this blog post, Donald Meek explores the origins of the terms, common to Scots & Gaelic: “steaming drunk” & “smùid”

https://meekwrite.blogspot.com/2013/04/maritime-and-linguistic-studies.html

#Scottish #literature #Glasgow #GlasgowFair #DoontheWatter #Scots #Scotslanguage #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #boozecruise

A late 19th-century postcard. The printed text reads:

Mottoes for those going
“Doon the Watter”

If it's losing the boat,
or losing your drink—
lose the boat.

The image shows a colour illustration of a moustachio'd young man, standing at a bar, wearing a boater hat at a rakish angle, a dark green jacket, a yellow-and-white striped waistcoat and a red bow tie. He has one hand in his pocket as he looks over his shoulder, out of the door of the bar to see, in the distance, a steamship leaving the harbour. He raises a full pint mug to toast its departure.

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55d

jack an jill
went up thi hull
“tay huv a wee refreshmint”

guess whut

—published in Tom Leonard’s INTIMATE VOICES 1965–1983 (Galloping Dog Press, 1984)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #Glasgow #GlasgowFair #KeepTheHeid

jack an jill
went up thi hull
“tay huv a wee refreshmint”

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61d

He had been for decades on her trail,
determining the drop-zones where she dived, her size and scale,
the encumbrance of her head, the length of tail…

—Donald S Murray, “How the Loch Ness Monster Stole My Husband”

Published in WITH THEIR BEST CLOTHES ON: New Writing Scotland 36 (ASL, 2018)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #LochNessMonster

Donald S. Murray
How the Loch Ness Monster Stole My Husband

He had been for decades on her trail,
determining the drop-zones where she dived, her size and scale,
the encumbrance of her head, the length of tail,

and there were times he stepped into our bedroom
wearing her scent – a faint, unfathomable perfume –
and hummed the song he said was the mating tune

that must have drawn him one dark night
not far from Arbriachan when she swirled towards his side
and pulled him close against her – neat, spiralling and tight,

how she must have coiled against another of her kind
centuries before that. Oh, I know they’ll never find
him. It’ll be a case of out of sight, out of mind

in a different way from how my sister claims
I’m long out of mine. They’ll argue that he never came
home one night, our life on Millburn Road too tame

for him, that he preferred the thrash and thrust of another’s limbs,
a different kind of current, rhythm
than those murky depths I know he slipped within.

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Scots Language & Identity
24 July, Pitlochry Festival Theatre. Tickets £12

Prof Jennifer Smith takes attendees through the past, present & future of Scots. Where did it come from? How was it used in the past? How is it being spoken today, & by who? Hear how this living, evolving language is being used in everyday speech, in the creative industries, in writing, & what it might look like in the future.

https://www.pitlochryfestivaltheatre.com/whats-on/scots-language-and-identity/

#Scottish #language #culture #Scots #Scotslanguage

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Belle Stewart (1906–1997) – singer, storyteller, tradition-bearer – was born #OTD, 18 July, in a bow tent on the banks of the Tay at Caputh, near Blairgowrie. She ranks alongside Jeannie Robertson in the roll of the finest Scots ballad-singers.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0sMwlevTMU

#Scottish #literature #travellers #folklore #folksong

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21d

Parnassus Presents: Douglas Stuart with Ann Patchett

Douglas Stuart in conversation with Ann Patchett about his latest novel JOHN OF JOHN: a portrait of a father’s expectations & a son’s desires set on the Isle of Harris

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ri1fx58WFA4

#Scottish #literature #novel #DouglasStuart #BookerPrize #Hebrides #LGBTQ #LGBTQfiction #Queer #QueerWriters #QueerLiterature #AnnPatchett

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32d

Sometimes in summertime a hangdog
weather man stands in front of shots

panning over Caribbean villas mangled
into matchwood, corpses of beached yachts,

palms ripped from sand…

—Andy Jackson, “The Naming of Hurricanes”
published in The Rooftop Busker: New Writing Scotland 33 (ASL, 2015)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #hurricane #hurricanes

Andy Jackson
The Naming of Hurricanes

Sometimes in summertime a hangdog
weather man stands in front of shots

panning over Caribbean villas mangled
into matchwood, corpses of beached yachts,

palms ripped from sand. A time-lapsed arc
maps the march of this year’s cyclone,

wheeling to make its landfall, jerk
the world around it. Last year’s was Joan,

a hurricane with personality - in yer face,
busy, our eyes drawn to her in photographs

as she breezed in and out, visible from space,
leaving nothing standing in her path.

I wonder who compiles the list of names;
whose mother, daughter, lover, wife

brings to mind such desolation. The Janes
and Brendas all suggest ordinary life

might yet return once the summer storm
has blown itself into a half-remembered breeze.

Here, so far from paradise, the house is warm,
but colder winds are forecast from the east,

and suddenly the sky is full of clouds. A chill
simmers round my feet, and I think it’s best

we do not name this storm. Already it has filled
the room, blown your final letter off my desk.

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Laid-back in orbit, they found their minds.
They found their minds were very clean and clear.
Clear crystals in swarms outside were their fireflies and larks.
Larks they were in lift-off, swallows in soaring…

—Edwin Morgan, “A Home in Space”
from CENTENARY SELECTED POEMS (Carcanet, 2020)

#OTD, 20 July, 1969, Neil Armstrong & Buzz Aldrin landed on the moon

https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781784109967/centenary-selected-poems/

#Scottish #literature #MoonLanding #MoonLandingDay #poem #poetry #scifi #sciencefiction #scifipoem #spaceflight

A Home in Space
Edwin Morgan

Laid-back in orbit, they found their minds.
They found their minds were very clean and clear.
Clear crystals in swarms outside were their fireflies and larks.
Larks they were in lift-off, swallows in soaring.
Soaring metal is flight and nest together.
Together they must hatch.
Hatches let the welders out.
Out went the whitesuit riggers with frames as light as air.
Air was millions under lock and key.
Key-ins had computers wild on Saturday nights.
Nights, days, months, years they lived in space.
Space shone black in their eyes.
Eyes, hands, food-tubes, screens, lenses, keys were one.
One night – or day – or month – or year – they all –
all gathered at the panel and agreed –
agreed to cut communication with –
with the earth base – and it must be said they were –
were cool and clear as they dismantled the station and –
and gave their capsule such power that –
that they launched themselves outwards –
outwards in an impeccable trajectory, that band –
that band of tranquil defiers, not to plant any –
any home with roots but to keep a –
a voyaging generation voyaging, and as far –
as far as there would ever be a home in space –
space that needs time and time that needs life.

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20 July is World Chess Day! ♟️

Episode 2 of the Alasdair Gray Archive’s UNLIKELY OBJECTS MOSTLY looks at Alasdair Gray’s chessboard & the part #chess played in his practice, uncovering its role in the making of his Hillhead Subway mural & the novel POOR THINGS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vbB7OeYkeo

#Scottish #literature #AlasdairGray #art #mural #visualart #chess #WorldChessDay

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CFP: Ali Smith & Her Work
The 28th METU British Novelists International Conference
3–4 Dec 2026, Ankara, Türkiye

Submissions invited on any aspect of Ali Smith’s work from any theoretical perspective. Proposals by graduate students also welcome. Deadline 31 August.

@litstudies

https://britishnovelists.metu.edu.tr/en

#Scottish #literature #novelist #AliSmith #callforpapers

Poster

MIDDLE EAST TECHNICAL UNIVERSITY
FACULTY OF EDUCATION
DEPARTMENT OF FOREIGN LANGUAGE EDUCATION

28th METU BRITISH NOVELISTS INTERNATIONAL CONFERENCE:

ALI SMITH And Her Work

KEYNOTE SPEAKER:
PROF. MARK CURRIE, QUEEN MARY UNIVERSITY OF LONDON
3–4 DECEMBER 2026
METU CULTURE AND CONVENTION CENTER
ANKARA, TURKEY

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Scotland has a rich history of comics (The Beano, first published in 1938, has now sold 2 billion copies – more than any comic outside Japan). Glasgow’s comic-book duo metaphrog share 10 great Scottish comics for kids & YAs

@bookstodon

https://www.booktrust.org.uk/book-recommendations/booklists/10-favourite-scottish-comic-books/

#Scottish #literature #comic #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel #kidlit #YA

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Is there a whim-inspired fool,
Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,
Let him draw near…

Robert Burns (1759–96) died #OTD, 21 July, aged 37. “A Bard’s Epitaph” is the final poem in the 1786 Kilmarnock Edition of Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect

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#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #RobertBurns #18thcentury #romanticism

A Bard’s Epitaph
Robert Burns

Is there a whim-inspired fool,
Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,
Let him draw near;
And owre this grassy heap sing dool,
And drap a tear.

Is there a bard of rustic song,
Who, noteless, steals the crowds among,
That weekly this area throng,
O, pass not by!
But, with a frater-feeling strong,
Here, heave a sigh.

Is there a man, whose judgment clear
Can others teach the course to steer,
Yet runs, himself, life’s mad career,
Wild as the wave,
Here pause—and, thro’ the starting tear,
Survey this grave.

The poor inhabitant below
Was quick to learn the wise to know,
And keenly felt the friendly glow,
And softer flame;
But thoughtless follies laid him low,
And stain’d his name!

Reader, attend! whether thy soul
Soars fancy’s flights beyond the pole,
Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
In low pursuit:
Know, prudent, cautious, self-control
Is wisdom’s root.

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A Kick Up the Arts: Val McDermid & Jo Sharp

Host Nicola Meighan speaks to Val McDermid & Jo Sharp about their new book, This Door of the Seas. The novella is the seventh book in Polygon’s acclaimed Darkland Tales series, in which some of Scotland’s best-loved writers re-imagine stories from Scottish history, myth & legend through a contemporary lens.

https://www.akickupthearts.org/blog-3-1/val-mcdermid-and-jo-sharp-this-door-of-the-seas

#Scottish #literature #historicalfiction #novella #podcast #ValMcDermid

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Scotland’s a sense of change, an endless
becoming for which there was never a kind
of wholeness or ultimate category.
Scotland’s an attitude of mind.

—“Speaking of Scotland” by Maurice Lindsay (1918–2009) – born #OTD, 21 July
Published in COLLECTED POEMS 1940–1990 (AUP 1990)

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#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #Scotland #ScottishIdentity

Speaking of Scotland
Maurice Lindsay

What do you mean when you speak of Scotland?
The grey defeats that are dead and gone
behind the legends each generation
savours afresh, yet can’t live on?

Lowland farms with their broad acres
peopling crops? The colder earth
of the North East? Or Highland mountains
shouldering up their rocky dearth?

Inheritance of guilt that our country
has never stood where we feel she should?
A nagging threat of unfinished struggle
somehow forever lost in the blood?

Scotland’s a sense of change, an endless
becoming for which there was never a kind
of wholeness or ultimate category.
Scotland’s an attitude of mind.

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And we left our beds in the dark
And we drove a cart to the hill
And we buried the jar of ale in the bog
And our small blades glittered in the dayspring
And we tore dark squares, thick pages
From the Book of Fire…

—George Mackay Brown, “Peat Cutting”
published in Selected Poems: 1954–1992 (John Murray, 1996)

#Scottish #literature #20thcentury #Orkney #GeorgeMackayBrown #poem #poetry

George Mackay Brown
Peat Cutting

And we left our beds in the dark
And we drove a cart to the hill
And we buried the jar of ale in the bog
And our small blades glittered in the dayspring
And we tore dark squares, thick pages
From the Book of Fire
And we spread them wet on the heather
And horseflies, poisonous hooks,
Stuck in our arms
And we laid off our coats
And our blades sank deep into water
And the lord of the bog, the kestrel
Paced round the sun
And at noon we leaned on our tuskars
– The cold unburied jar
Touched, like a girl, a circle of burning mouths
And the boy found a wild bees’ comb
And his mouth was a sudden brightness
And the kestrel fell
And a lark flashed a needle across the west
And we spread a thousand peats
Between one summer star
And the black chaos of fire at the earth’s centre.

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CFP: “Politics, Place, & Print Culture”: the 14th International Walter Scott Conference
28–30 June 2027, University of Edinburgh, Scotland

Papers are invited papers on any & all aspects of Scott’s relationship to questions of politics, place & print culture. Deadline 1 Oct 2026

@litstudies

https://llc.ed.ac.uk/english-and-scottish-literature/14th-international-walter-scott-conference

#Scottish #literature #18thcentury #19thcentury #romanticism #bookhistory #WalterScott #SirWalterScott #CallforPapers

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Rare first edition of Burns’s Kilmarnock Edition goes on display at Edinburgh Writers’ Museum

Printed in Kilmarnock & published on 21 July 1786 in a run of just over 600 copies, only around 90 copies are known to survive today & each copy is different

https://www.edinburgh.gov.uk/news/article/14450/rare-first-edition-of-burns-kilmarnock-edition-goes-on-display-at-the-writers-museum

#Scottish #literature #18thcentury #RobertBurns #BookHistory #poetry