scottish

153d

Help! Murder! Polis!

“Whether buried in the blackhouses of Lewis or the shuttered shipyards of Glasgow, Scotland’s mysteries speak to specific legacies which have shaped the land- & cityscapes that house its crimes”

THE BOTTLE IMP goes on the trail of Scottish crime writing…

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https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2025/06/help-murder-polis/

#Scottish #literature #crimewriting #crimefiction

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129d

Professors & authors Zoë Strachan & Louise Welsh on “Families in Time, Families in Crime” – recorded on 17 June

“Reading Scotland” is a virtual community run by JGU Mainz, bringing together Germans & Scots & all who have an interest in Scottish life & literature

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WT8oQfsQ3_I

#Scottish #literature

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153d

Goonie: Poetry Extravaganza with Michael Mullen & Friends
20 June, Lighthouse Books, Edinburgh. £0–£10.99

Exploring queerness through fierce lyrical poetry & celebrating Scotland through vernacular vignettes, GOONIE is Michael Mullen’s debut collection

https://lighthousebookshop.com/events/goonie-poetry-extravaganza-with-michael-mullen-and-friends

#Scottish #literature #poetry #queer #queerness #Scotland #Scots #Scotslanguage

A bumfled rug, dark blue, with a red, yellow, pink, white and green floral pattern. Text:

poetry launch
michael mullen
+ fellow Edwin Morgan Award Winners
friday 20th june
indie bookshop week
poetry extravaganza

Next to the text is a cover image for GOONIE, by Michael Mullen. Looking down at a carpet of the same design, we can see a pair of feet wearing black men's shoes and dark trousers, and a single foot wearing a silver slipper-style woman's shoe and a bright red stocking.

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152d

James Hutton (1726–1797), father of modern geology, was born #OTD, 14 June (NS; 3 June OS). One of the first European proponents of “deep time”, the conclusion of his 1788 paper “Theory of the Earth” has been called one of the most lyrical sentences in all of science:

The result, therefore, of our present enquiry is, that we find no vestige of a beginning,—no prospect of an end.

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https://www.nationalgalleries.org/art-and-artists/2808

#Scottish #literature #Enlightenment #18thcentury #DeepTime #science #geology

A portrait of James Hutton, painted by Sir Henry Raeburn. Oil on canvas, c. 1776. Hutton – a slim, middle-aged man, clean-shaven and with a receding hairline – sits in a plain wooden chair. His left leg is crossed over his right knee, and his hands are interlaced on his lap. He wears a brown eighteenth-century suit, with knee breeches. To his left is a table covered by a green cloth; on the table are piles of papers and a collection of rocks and fossils.

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152d

Bloody Scotland 2025
A Kick Up the Arts with Ian Rankin, Natalie Jayne Clark & Gordon Brown

Recorded at the launch of Bloody Scotland 2025, host Nicola Meighan is joined by Sir Ian Rankin, Bloody Scotland founder and author Gordon Brown – aka Morgan Cry – and writer Natalie Jayne Clark, whose new book The Malt Whisky Murders is shortlisted for the festival’s 2025 debut novel prize.

https://www.akickupthearts.org/blog-3-1/bloody-scotland-2025-with-ian-rankin-natalie-jayne-clark-amp-gordon-brown

#Scottish #literature #podcast #crimewriting

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151d

Whatever the difference is, it all began
the day we woke up face-to-face like lovers
and his four-day-old smile dawned on him again,
possessed him, till it would not fall or waver…

—Don Paterson, “Waking with Russell”
published in Selected Poems (Faber, 2012)

https://www.faber.co.uk/product/9780571281800-selected-poems/

#Scottish #literature #FathersDay #poem #poetry

Waking with Russell
by Don Paterson

Whatever the difference is, it all began
the day we woke up face-to-face like lovers
and his four-day-old smile dawned on him again,
possessed him, till it would not fall or waver;
and I pitched back not my old hard-pressed grin
but his own smile, or one I’d rediscovered.
Dear son, I was mezzo del cammin
and the true path was as lost to me as ever
when you cut in front and lit it as you ran.
See how the true gift never leaves the giver:
returned and redelivered, it rolled on
until the smile poured through us like a river.
How fine, I thought, this waking amongst men!
I kissed your mouth and pledged myself forever.

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151d

In the house where he sleeps
let my ears
be the leaves at the window.

Let the bulbs of the lamps
be my eyes
on the animal street…

—Miriam Nash, “Prayer for My Father as a Child”
published in All the Prayers in the House (Bloodaxe, 2017)

https://www.bloodaxebooks.com/ecs/product/all-the-prayers-in-the-house-1150

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #FathersDay

Prayer for My Father as a Child
by Miriam Nash

In the house where he sleeps
let my ears
be the leaves at the window.

Let the bulbs of the lamps
be my eyes
on the animal street.

Let the shadows that harbour
my unborn body
stir when harm is stirring.

I’ll sleep in the drawer
with the knives.
I’ll turn in the locks.

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151d

Dheigheadh sinn a dh’iasgach,
mi fhèin is m’ athair,
is lìonadh sinn an eathar le
peilichean de rionnach, liutha,
is dheigheadh sinn timcheall a’ bhaile
gu gach nàbaidh gus am biodh na peilichean falamh…

—Iain MacRath, “Dheigheadh sinn a dh’iasgach”
published in Don’t. Even. Ask. Too. Hot.: New Writing Scotland 42 (ASL, 2024)

https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/newwriting/nws42/

#Scottish #literature #Gaelic #Gaidhlig #poetry #poem #FathersDay

Iain MacRath
Dheigheadh sinn a dh’iasgach

Dheigheadh sinn a dh’iasgach,
mi fhèin is m’ athair,
is lìonadh sinn an eathar le
peilichean de rionnach, liutha,
is dheigheadh sinn timcheall a’ bhaile
gu gach nàbaidh gus am biodh na peilichean falamh.
Chunnaic mi m’ athair an raoir,
ged a chaochail e o chionn fichead bliadhna.
Chunnaic mi air na naidheachdan e
seacaid-teasairginn timcheall air
is an eathar làn,
làn de dhaoine.

Iain MacRae
We’d go fishing

We’d go fishing,
me and my father,
and we’d fill the dinghy
with pails of mackerel, lythe,
and we’d go round the village
to each neighbour till each pail was empty.
I saw my father last night,
though he died some twenty years ago.
I saw him on the news
a safety jacket around him
and the dinghy full,
full of people.

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151d

Lying asleep walking
Last night I met my father
Who seemed pleased to see me.
He wanted to speak. I saw
His mouth saying something
But the dream had no sound…

—W.S. Graham, “To Alexander Graham”
published in Collected Poems 1942–1977 (Faber, 1979)

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48732/to-alexander-graham

#Scottish #literautre #poem #poetry #FathersDay

To Alexander Graham
by W. S. Graham

Lying asleep walking
Last night I met my father
Who seemed pleased to see me.
He wanted to speak. I saw
His mouth saying something
But the dream had no sound.

We were surrounded by
Laid-up paddle steamers
In The Old Quay in Greenock.
I smelt the tar and the ropes.

It seemed that I was standing
Beside the big iron cannon
The tugs used to tie up to
When I was a boy. I turned
To see Dad standing just
Across the causeway under
That one lamp they keep on.

He recognised me immediately.
I could see that. He was
The handsome, same age
With his good brows as when
He would take me on Sundays
Saying we’ll go for a walk.

Dad, what am I doing here?
What is it I am doing now?
Are you proud of me?
Going away, I knew
You wanted to tell me something.

You stopped and almost turned back
To say something. My father,
I try to be the best
In you you give me always.

Lying asleep turning
Round in the quay-lit dark
It was my father standing
As real as life. I smelt
The quay’s tar and the ropes.

I think he wanted to speak.
But the dream had no sound.
I think I must have loved him.

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151d

Knock Knock by Kirsty Logan
Short Works – currently available on BBC Sounds

In Kirsty Logan’s new short work for Father's Day, Wilbur prepares to meet his dad for the very first time. But can he find the strength to face his fears?

Read by Jessica Hardwick

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m002dc9d

#Scottish #literature #shortstory #shortfiction #audio #FathersDay

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128d

Five Imaginary Scottish Places

Currently available on BBC Sounds: Stuart Kelly explores some of Scotland’s famous fictional locations, including:

🏰 Tillietudlem
🏡 Thrums
🏭 Duncairn
🏙️ Unthank
🛖 Brigadoon

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b05wytj9

#Scottish #literature #place #location #imaginary

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128d

“Annie S. Swan both requires revaluation through her own biography & calls into question easy valorisations of ‘danger’ as expressed in terms of explicit challenge & radicalism. The extent of her appeal & influence demands a more nuanced analysis of the politics of emotion & the gendering of reader response”

—Prof Glenda Norquay on Annie S. Swan (1859–1943) – born #OTD, 8 July

@litstudies

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https://dangerouswomenproject.org/2016/09/08/annie-shepherd-swan/

#Scottish #literature #19thcentury #20thcentury #romance #womenwriters

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128d

‘What will things be like in 2099, for poets, for the country, for everyone? I won’t be there, but my words might be and now, literally, on the pavement, I stand by them: “Be brave. By the weird-song in the dark you’ll find your way.”’

Kathleen Jamie at Holyrood, in the London Review of Books

https://www.lrb.co.uk/blog/2025/june/at-the-canongate-wall

#Scottish #literature #poetry #Holyrood

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128d

Something to die for

To die: to give up life for
to die for means to live for
would we want to die for what
we would not live for?

—“Saving the Planet” by Tessa Ransford (1938–2015) – poet, activist, & founding director of the Scottish Poetry Library – born #OTD, 8 July

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/saving-planet/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #environment #ecology

Saving the Planet
Tessa Ransford

Something to die for

To die: to give up life for
to die for means to live for
would we want to die for what
we would not live for?

We cannot die for ourselves since death is the end of us
we cannot live for ourselves since that is absurdity
we die for what we can give and abandon generously

Here is what we die for:
our family name and honour
our children and children’s children
the principle of beauty in truth
a working mind and heart
humans who live with the planet
who thrive on thrift
who love to share and build
more life, life to die for.

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128d

SMHAF 2025: Writing Competition – open for entries

Enter the Scottish Mental Health Arts Festival’s 2025 writing competition with new writing inspired by mental health & the theme of “Comfort & Disturb”

Free to enter & open to all
Deadline 4 August

@writers

https://www.mhfestival.com/2025/05/smhaf-2025-writing-competition-now-open/

#Scottish #literature #writing #writingcommunity #mentalhealth

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127d

In Conversation: Imagine a Country

Conversation & reflection inspired by the book Imagine a Country, a collection of hopeful visions for the future of Scotland, & the exhibition ‘Rewrite the Future’ at the Wardlaw Museum.

Contributors include Prof Jo Sharp, Val McDermid, Dr Peter Mackay, Lyndsey Croal, Dr Harry Watkins, and Dr Rebekah Widdowfield

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JnIRYYmCXg

#Scottish #literature #future #ImagineaCountry

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150d

The Far Side of Lorna Moon

“I’m always either convinced that nobody can write as I can – or that I’m the world’s louseyest writer.”

Lorna Moon (1886–1930) was born #OTD, 16 June, as Nora Helen Wilson Low, in Strichen. Dr Glenda Norquay writes about her journey from Aberdeenshire to Hollywood

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https://asls.org.uk/the-far-side-of-lorna-moon/

#Scottish #literature #20thcentury #owmenwriters #screenwriting #Hollywood #HollywoodHistory #film #cinema #Aberdeenshire

MGM publicity portrait of Lorna Moon (1926)
Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences / Academy Film Archive

A black-and-white photograph of a dark-haired, dark-eyed young woman, wearing a sleeveless dress which leaves here arms and shoulders bare. Her hair is cut in a 1920s bob. She has her left side turned towards us, and she is looking over her shoulder at the camera.

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127d

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

https://www.hachette.co.uk/titles/none/selected-poems-1954-1992/9781848549395/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Orkney #GeorgeMackayBrown

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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150d

“not only is there no invocation of the free market […Smith] plainly sees that government, not private industry, is the only force capable of effectively ‘erecting and maintaining’ the technically unprofitable but nevertheless indispensable ‘publick works’ and ‘publick institutions’ […] essential to every modern state.”

—Adam Smith (1723–1790) was baptised #OTD, 16 June. Evan Gottlieb examines Adam Smith’s “Invisible Hand”

https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2013/05/invisible-hand-over-fist-on-the-development-and-legacy-of-adam-smiths-famous-phrase/

#Scottish #literature #economics #18thcentury

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101d

But, John, have you seen the world, said he,
Trains and tramcars and sixty-seaters,
Cities in lands across the sea –
Giotto’s tower and the dome of St Peter’s?

—Robert Rendell, “Angle of Vision”
from The Edinburgh Book of Twentieth-Century Scottish Poetry (Edinbrugh University Press, 2005)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury

Angle of Vision
Robert Rendall

But, John, have you seen the world, said he,
Trains and tramcars and sixty-seaters,
Cities in lands across the sea –
Giotto’s tower and the dome of St Peter’s?

No, but I’ve seen the arc of the earth,
From the Birsay shore, like the edge of a planet,
And the lifeboat plunge through the Pentland Firth
To a cosmic tide with the men that man it.

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149d

Now online: “The Tree that Never Grew: A Literary Journey Through Glasgow’s History” – Annika Sinner’s talk for Johannes Gutenberg Universität Mainz’s READING SCOTLAND series, given on 27 May 2025

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4W1r2BAu4cU

#Scottish #literature #history #Glasgow

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149d

Brown burn water dropping
Between the grey stones,
The lapse and the murmur,
The bright overtones
Of cuckoo and curlew…

—Dorothy Margaret Paulin (1904–1982)
from Springtime by Loch Ken, & other poems (J.H. Maxwell Ltd., 1963)

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/galloway-burn-june/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Galloway #20thcentury #Womenwriters

A Galloway Burn in June
Dorothy Margaret Paulin

Brown burn water dropping
Between the grey stones,
The lapse and the murmur,
The bright overtones
Of cuckoo and curlew
And faraway trill
Of a lark; great blue shadows
Stride over the hill:
Breeze and bird-call are blended
With murmur of bees;
Sun and wind stroke the grasses
And finger the trees.
Is it sunlight or greenlight?
This shimmer of leaves;
Is it seeing or dreaming,
The dapple that weaves
Across the brown water
That murmurs and spills
Through the grey stones forever
Among the green hills?

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149d

Between Two Beaches: Poetry Night
25 July, Auckengill. Free, ticketed

Poet & author George Gunn presents readings from Between Two Beaches, a collection written during his time as Caithness Makar & inspired by the landscapes & stories of the Far North

https://lytharts.org.uk/event/between-two-beaches-poetry-night/

#Scottish #literature #poetry #Caithness

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126d

A CHAOS OF LIGHT
New Writing Scotland 43
Ed. by Kirstin Innes, Chris Powici & Niall O’Gallagher

“writing that unsettles and challenges, that questions assumptions… A rich, boisterous, tender, charming, angry, sorrowful, gleeful mix”

The latest & best collection of new writing in English, Gaelic, & Scots, coming Aug 2025 – available for preorder from all good bookshops!

@writingcommunity

https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/newwriting/nws43/

#Scottish #literature #Gaelic #Gaidhlig #Scots #poetry #shortstories #writing

Book cover: A CHAOS OF LIGHT
New Writing Scotland 43
Edited by Kirstin Innes and Chris Powici
Gaelic Editor: Niall O'Gallagher

A dark purple-black cover. The book title is in pale yellow. A beam of white light rises up from the foot of the cover, forming the letter I in LIGHT. It hits the bottom of the capita A in CHAOS – represented by an upwards-pointing solid triangle – and a burst of colour emerges from the right-hand s-de of the triangle, as if light was passing through a prism. Multicoloured sparkles rise from the right-hand edge of the cover where the spectrum of light hits it.

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126d

Peewits quiffed like Elvis reel from rocks,
their sheen of feathers like blue suede
the breeze buffs in the midday air…

—Donald S. Murray, “An Incomplete History of Rock Music in the Hebrides”
published in The Edinburgh Book of Twentieth-Century Scottish Poetry (EUP, 2005)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Hebrides #RockMusic #humour

An Incomplete History of Rock Music in the Hebrides
Donald S. Murray

Peewits quiffed like Elvis reel from rocks,
their sheen of feathers like blue suede
the breeze buffs in the midday air.
“He loves ewe. Meah! Meah! Meah!”
bleat a Fat Four of blackface sheep
beneath mop-tops of unshorn hair.

Jagged stalks of thistles strut,
flashing menace in the evening light
before a group of timeworn stones.
Spangled with glitter, starlings soar
and oystercatchers sport red lips
while herons stalk on platform soles.

Each fulmar packs its pistol.
There’s anarchy on cliff-tops
as they reel and spit on rocks below.
Then a riff is played on marram grass,
shells syncopate on shorelines as
night downs its curtain on the show.

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