Scottish writers
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An oddity of this year’s StAnza is that one of the most defining events for me was something I wasn’t at. I refer, of course, to the poetry breakfast on the Friday, on the topic “Where are all the Scottish poets under 40?” I was dying to hear about it and asked one or two
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The Today programme’s interview with Jen Hadfield is here, along with all the recordings they’ve done of the other shortlisted writers. Worth a listen. She sounds a touch tired. Good on her! Seeing the shortlist again just emphasises how stunning a success this is for her. Not just for her, but for the younger poetry
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Mick Imlah, whose second book of poems, The Lost Leader, won the 2008 Forward prize for best collection and is shortlisted for the TS Eliot prize, has died. He was only 52. Timor mortis conturbat me.
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Rob Mackenzie has blogged about using personas and characters in his poetry. One of the points he discusses is the degree to which a reader is likely to equate the I of a poem written in the first person with the writer. Anyone who writes in a persona — anyone who writes, I suspect —
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It’s a good season for poetry on Radio 3. The Essay last week was deeply under the influence: five contemporary poets each on a poet who influenced them. I’d recommend in particular Michael Symmons Roberts on David Jones; WN Herbert on Edwin Morgan (don’t ask me what the picture of Eilean Donan castle is about!);
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That’s got to have been the best wee festival in the world we had the weekend before last. What a cracker LBF 08 was! Fiona Hyslop, the Scottish Government education secretary and a Lithgae resident, launched the festival and christened our new participants autograph book. She stayed around for Christopher Brookmyre‘s sell-out event. There was
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Fantastic news: my friend, fellow HappenStancer and fine poetry blogger Rob A Mackenzie has had his manuscript accepted by Salt to be published some time next year. The book (provisionally entitled The Opposite of Cabbage after a line in one of the poems–can’t accuse him of having a dull title!), is really strong and will
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I was saddened to hear yesterday that the poet, publisher, critic, designer and typographer Duncan Glen had died. He was not someone I knew well, although I did meet him once or twice. My contact with him came through the Scottish Poetry Library, with which he was closely involved. Indeed, he designed many SPL publications,
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Here’s all I have to say about this story: The Pax can belt a Mac at NightxxMiscaw wir Bard and aw thatBut critic’s care’s abuin his might;xxGuid faith, he mauna faw that!For aw that and aw that,xxHis sarky sneers and aw that,The pith o sense and pride o worthxxAre higher ranks than aw that. Meanwhile,
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Somehow, I had missed until the middle of this week the news that Edwin Morgan has won this year’s Sundial Scottish Arts Council book of the year award for A Book of Lives. Shame on me! Not having read the collection–or any of the other finalists, for that matter–I can’t comment on its merits, but
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As other bloggers have already noted, Angus Calder has died. I can’t claim to have known him well, but he was a kenspeckle character on the Edinburgh poetry scene and a fine writer. I have clear memories of him reading “Deer on the High Hills” at an event to celebrate Iain Crichton Smith and of
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Last night, though tired out after a busy day that included helping our neighbour to rebuild the fence along our boundary, I headed into Edinburgh for the third Poetry at the Great Grog event. Elizabeth Gold kicked off. The work she read jumped off from anecdotes, snatches of overheard conversation and tabloid headlines, but took
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The programme for Linlithgow Book Festival 2008 is beginning to take shape. It’s looking good, not least with our first Booker Prize-winning author on the festival in James Kelman. Keep an eye the website for further announcements in coming weeks.
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I jumped into the car first thing yesterday morning and zipped up the road to St Andrew’s for my fix of StAnza 2008, listening to The Guardian CD of great 20th century poets on the way to get me in the mood. My first event was the masterclass in translation with Helmut Haberkamm and Fitzgerald
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I know this is a bit behind the times, but there’s an interesting post on “official verse culture” over at Eyewear, on the back of the result of the TS Eliot Prize. One wonders whether Edwin Morgan–one of those whom Todd Swift and other bloggers (well, Rob Mackenzie at least) hoped would win those laurels–didn’t
Amy Jo Philip 