Writing From The Margins

Words

shaunmilne89 — Tue, 10 Apr 2012 16:25:18 +0000

Reblogged from Too many words against a dictionary:

Language is no barrier.

Language is no wall.

Language is as many streams, some wide, some thin, some small,

All drifting to the lake.

To stand upon the shore,

To watch the sun go down,

Where words wash away and

In the day’s dying gloom

All that’s left are

Waves.

Because in my dream last night I was speaking Belgian trying to order chips and cheese……does that sound right to you?

Webbed Words of Wisdom for the World Wide Weekend, or Whatever

Gary Davidson — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 09:07:11 +0000

Reblogged from Fly in the Ointment:

Ventricles and spectacles, testicles and obstacles,

Onomatopoeia has that crash, boom, bang.

The Sun always rises in the East, in the East;

The meat is always carved before the feast.

Blue is the colour:

Of sorrow.

Of the sky.

But colours never answer the question:

Why?

Alleviate and deviate, masturbate and conjugate,

Metaphors and similes, like a murder, or a gang.

‘Text’ by Carol Ann Duffy

edinburghnapiernews — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 13:40:52 +0000

Read by Gail Pickering

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“Why I Write” by George Orwell

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Read by Maria Loughlin

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‘Days” by Philip Larkin

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Read by Bryanie Kane

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‘Annabel Lee’ by Edgar Allan Poe

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Read by Charlotta Reini

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‘To Liu Xiaobo, Untitled’

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Read by Tony Gougeon

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‘Extract From 1984′

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Read by Calum O’Fee

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‘For My Mother’

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Read by Naomi Head

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‘If I was Dead’ by Carol Ann Duffy

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Read by Edd Norval

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‘Delilah’ by Carol Ann Duffy

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Read by Edd Norval

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‘Why do you stay up so late’ poem by Don Paterson

edinburghnapiernews — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 12:04:24 +0000

Read by Kyrie Van Volten

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‘Untitled’

edinburghnapiernews — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 12:00:26 +0000

Read by Kyrie Van Volten

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‘Heaven Havan- A nun takes the veil’

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Read By Becky Sweeney

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‘Valentine’

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Read by: Nabeela Ali

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‘A Virginal’

edinburghnapiernews — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 11:42:49 +0000

Read by Ross Young

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‘That time of year thou mayst in me behold’

edinburghnapiernews — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 11:19:01 +0000

Read by Ross Young

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‘Stop All The Clocks’

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Read by Robyn McLaren

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‘Night – Walking’

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Read by Gergely Toth

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One in Fishmarket.

lauravab — Tue, 27 Mar 2012 10:24:02 +0000

Fishmarket close – not popular for walks – its steepness fascinates people into just peeking at the small street. Not many dare to walk down as if it’s restricted for ‘rebels’ only. If one feels unstable on the slope of this grey, brick-layered path, one can hold on the ramp by the wall, which stretches all the way down.

I’ve always wanted to abuse rikshaw guys into riding up, although Down would be much more fun. The ‘insane’ type of fun, when you’re enjoying the ride at the same time feeling (very) unsure if you’ll be able to stop before crashing into the crowd of people walking down Cowgate.

They might hear our adrenaline-infused screams and laughter and instinctively stop before we’ve crashed into the black wall opposite. All is grey on the way down – walls, ground, sky – Edinburgh is made of stone. Still, before we crash, a complete rainbow of colours of this word flashes in front of my eyes. It’s worth it. I’ve never felt so many thoughts bubbling in my mind at once. So many sounds, so many uncertainties -should I join in for a scream with my friends? Does rikshaw-guy know what’s gonna happen? Is this fun? Is this fear? I feel great, shouting laughter out loud at this point – is this my last laugh? Right in the last second – before we zoom into Cowgate, I think: ‘It’s gonna be fine.’ I guess the last thought of a person really shows if one’s an optimist.

In this bizarre, always grey and empty wee street there’s a plump, big-bellied, harmless and motionless creature – boogy man, if you like – who’s eyes show how he’s given up hope of even attempting to scare anyone anymore. Because there’s NO one to walk past him. Once a doggy was enjoying its morning walk, but the beast had fallen asleep, so appeared to be just a (very) random statue, as grey as walls and sky. So doggy left a smelly pile a few feet away from the beastie. For him it was a change of scenery. He had missed a chance to scare again.

I might have noticed the giant, stoned creature on the way down, but moment was too short to mention it.