Sunday, 12 June 2011

Sunday Eve, Scottish Poetry Stuff

I used to really like the Idlewild song which features the poem Scottish Fiction in it.
I heard the song on the radio a few days ago and rejoiced as I probably hadn't listened to it in about seven years, (or something.)

As it is a miserable, rainy Sunday, I thought this was the perfect nostalgia piece. It reminds me of feeling like a schoolgirl; dreaming about being a grown up and wondering about where I might belong in the world.. (I'm still wondering.)
I highly recommend listening to the song..

Scottish Fiction by Edwin Morgan

It isn't in the mirror
It isn't on the page
It's a red-hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls
Of dark imagination
Finding no equation
There's a Red Road rage
But it's not road rage
It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge
Scottish friction
Scottish fiction

It isn't in the castle
It isn't in the mist
It's a calling of the waters
As they break to show
The new Black Death
With reactors aglow
Do you think your security
Can keep you in purity
You will not shake us off above or below
Scottish friction
Scottish fiction

(Pictures are linked, via Tumblr. Enjoy your eve. Another busy week is in store for me. 7am wake up call tomorrow.)

1 comment:

  1. My favorite line is "Do you think your security
    Can keep you in purity" Thanks for the post.


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