There is no path to the broch It is the Way untravelled The faeries who walk there Come by dreamlines that Straggled and snaked Once upon the land. What sort of creature could Set out with neither map nor plan? It’s obvious Only a fool A beast of a fool And that would be a … Read more
The Rules of Chess are all man-madeTo win one can in theoryswipe some piecesoff the board and then exclaim“Victory” The Rules of Chess remain in forcefor so long as all us players concedeand follow without thinkingwhat the Masters of the gamedecreed The Rules of Chess are swallowed holeDo you not think this funnythat mankind blindly … Read more
Only old Yochan tholes, he’s thrawnenduring at the morning milking.Every other crofter drives to Tainto shop for milk, is Yochan’s thinking. But if we don’t work what doth we dowith idle hands? Yochan insistscrofting thus answers the call ofDr Frankl the Logotherapist. When we have a why to live for we canlive with any how. … Read more
It’s a hard, hard lifeAnd the damned thing,Thanks to God, the harderwill never yield to live itself. Wherever be that truthAlive in joy’s inaction:Wise to live a life in art, orthyself a charmed distraction. Thus, life can be a little easyIf viewed when lying downEspecially if a love is by as, youlie on stony ground.
Within her smooth bealach cleavageBetwixt two ancient gneissic breastsStones as white as snow pink glistenOn paths that asp-like rise to crest The ancient ways and corrie ridgesCoiling round her secret jewelsLochans hid from spirit’s gentilesAssynt’s myths misunderstood As faeries laugh and wash her tressesSnaking down her marble sidesHer shining crown hurls Helios at usLaying us … Read more
What we can BeIs a matter of Poetry.You keep sending meEssays on freedom. Freedom from what?Conclusions in flightRunning away from thingsNot running towards them? Give me the light of ideasThe dreams and the blissThat are not ‘out there’Like attractions to visit; But hang in the airQuiet in the mountainousZen-still in the burnsCascading around us. If … Read more
You are ever so graceful as you poise your fistsStraighten your slender arms and slowBow lower than low beneath the rising sun. Then standing tall straining you smile as ifThe Shinto inside you is a burning charmYou shut out your pain hoping peace will finally come. You have lived to serve everyone. The UC, the … Read more
Who sat on the beach smilingaround the fire?Playing our tunes madlyas if the sunrise was never coming?Singing wild and free?Who sat watching that strangerthrowing pebbles into the sanddrawing lines and proclaiming“this is the way it’s going to be?”(with his boundaries and geometry and negotiation and symmetry)Who allowed our skeleton to fall brokendown and to take … Read more
I guess we’re growing oldlike thistles in the drought-parched park where we all dieslow in summer;Our seeds have blown away as shadows slowly fallto cover up the cracksof crippled lovers. We leave nothing more than dustthe carvings of a stonethat michaelang’lo smoothedwith sweat and a chisel;For fate is just the same foreach and everyone soface … Read more
Economic policy up hereis Whoreism,defined as:“prostituting land to uncaring wild-camping tourism” And a Whoreist we canthus define:“as one who visits the Highlands, blindly litters and defiles” Alas it comes to this:(if we believe the moneymen)our prosperity dependson what it isthe Whoreist spends. This is the fallacyof an economic thesis:to sellour Highland soulfor Whoreist-faeces?