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America: the dead People die, but there are no dead in America. The dead are those who are exhumed a year after burial, their bones washed and placed in catacombs or in a special niche in the house, their skulls painted, with jewels set in the eye sockets, their skulls set on spikes around the
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As veteran readers of this blog will know, contrary to The Sunday Herald‘s belief, Linlithgow already has a book festival. Last year’s inaugural festival was a one-day affair, but the two-year-old LBF has done with doukin its taes in the watter and is splashing into a whole weekend of bookish blether from Friday 2 November
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After the horror of the photoshoot, we settled down to writing, with Ken first recording an introduction to the renga for the BBC Radio Scotland arts show Radio Cafe. Elspeth had to shuffle off for a live studio interview with them at lunchtime, but Richard and I were left voiceless on the airwaves. Participating in
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I am beginning to think that the necessary qualifications for working in PR and media relations must include a degree of–perhaps that should be “degree in”–Schadenfreude. It seems to me a truth universally ignored, at least by PR people, that the unfortunates who have to appear in quirky publicity shots are never the folk who
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Imagine my surprise when I clicked on the headline “Poets’ work to form basis of city literature collection” in my daily e-mail from The Scotsman and found it was a report of the poems on pillows commission! As you’ll see if you read the piece, they’ve got rather confused about what is being written when
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Just before Christmas, the Scottish Poetry Library asked whether I’d be willing to take on a commission for a new three-star metro hotel in Edinburgh, Ten Hill Place. The library and the hotel have put together a project to produce poetry postcards that will be left on the pillows at Ten Hill Place when guests
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