I don’t profess to have any great poetic knowledge, at all.
I vaguely remember reading some Norman McCaig during higher english, but I didn’t really have much choice. I would consider myself reasonably literate, but I simply don’t get poetry.
Now that I’ve justified myself, I’m going to post one poem. This will not be a continuing series, and is very much a one off. I only know this because it’s the outro to Idlewild’s fantastic ‘In Remote Part /Scottish Fiction’, but I think it’s excellent:
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
