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.)