Thursday, 3 October 2013

A watery poem for National Poetry Day

Today's National Poetry Day so to celebrate that, here's a poem on the theme of the day, water. It's from my collection Castings, now out of print. I found this traditional Cree story and loved it so much I wanted to see if it worked in the environment I am familiar with. In the Cree version I found, it is told by a man who is watching, with a wishing bone, hidden in some bushes. I've translocated it to the Highlands and retold it from the woman's point of view.
Wishing Bone Poem
(from a Cree story told by Jacob Nibeneganesabe)

This is my story.
I am married to this peaty pool.
He washes me
quenches my thirst
is fond of amphibians and ferns
sparkles in breezes.
I show him my love
swimming in him
gently.

Earlier this summer
the arsonist sun
scorched him away.
I lay in the dry hollow
waiting for rain.
Storms came
but their waters drained away.
I wept in the dry hollow.
Salt tears crusted my face.

I went looking for my husband-pool
trawled the glens and mires
calling.
I found him in a dark rocky hole.
He bathed my eyes clear.
Ever since I have been bringing him home
little by little
cupped in my hands.






Monday, 30 September 2013

Rock Writing at Knockan Crag

On Saturday 5th October, as part of the Assynt Festival, and the Year of Natural Scotland 2013, I'll be doing a rock writing event. A what? An exploration of rocks and how they've shaped our landscape, from a literary point of view - part writing workshop and part performance.

The plan for the day is to start with a 'Rock Book'. This will be a collection of some of the wonderful words about our landscape that have already been laid down, for example in Norman MacCaig's poetry, by geologists, and by local writers, as the raw material to inspire new rock writing.

From 1pm, we will use the Rock Book as inspiration, to be crushed and reformed, eroded and replaced by newly sedimented words, with intrusions of other existing writing brought along by participants squeezed among the strata, exploring all the geological metaphors we can in the time!

The result will be a metamorphosed set of rock writing strata, which will be performed on Knockan Crag at 3.30pm.

In between there'll be light refreshments, and there'll be a marquee in case the weather is typical for an Assynt October day, but you'd be best bringing clothing suitable for outdoors.

Come! It's going to be a unique Geopoetic event!


Saturday 5 October, Knockan Crag

1300: Poetry & Story Writing Workshop – using words about our landscape as raw materials to inspire new rock writing.

1500: Light Refreshments

1530–1630: Reading the new rock writing and perhaps some old ones too!


Everyone welcome to come along and take part by writing, reading or just listening.

More information on www.assyntfestival.org.uk

Saturday, 28 September 2013

Rowan for Scotland's National Tree

Until 3 December 2013, the Forestry Commission is running a consultation about whether Scotland should have a national tree, and if so, what it should be. I was very flattered to be asked to be the 'champion' of the rowan tree when the consultation was launched at the Edinburgh Botanical Gardens earlier this month. Someone there must have noticed how much I love this beautiful species!

There are many myths and stories involving rowan trees. My favourite is a Greek myth. It tells of the top god Zeus, who discovered that his sacred nectar cup had been stolen by demons and sent eagles in pursuit. Although they rescued the magic cup, they were fatally injured in the process. As they fell to earth, Zeus turned their feathers into the pinnate leaves of rowan trees, their bones into wood and their blood into bright red berries. (These berries make a ruby-red jelly that rivals marmalade on toast for breakfast - the recipe is in the Handbook of Scottish Wild Harvests - and now is jelly time!)

In the Celtic tradition, rowan is the symbol of Brigid, goddess of poetry, music and the arts. It therefore seems fitting to offer a wee poem for this bonniest of Scotland's trees.

Rowan

The rowan grows tall
passed over by all
storms
it forms
here in the open wilds
the perfection of a child's
painting of a tree
untested by tragedy.

In the anthology of tree poems I'm editing (Into the Forest, due out in November from Saraband) there are lots of gorgeous poems about rowans, including Hopkins' cracker Inversnaid, with its reference to the 'beadbonny ash', one of the tree's nicknames. Its leaves are ash-like, so it is often called the mountain ash, and the Vikings believed men were made from ash trees, and woman from rowans.

There is no more magical tree than rowan. Its flowers have the magic number of five petals and sepals, and its blood-red berries bear the mystical pentogram. Witches make their wands from rowan twigs. In rural areas throughout Scotland, you still see rowan trees planted close to houses, because of the belief they will keep evil spirits away. The cross-beams of chimneys are called ‘rantrees’ in Scots because they were often made of rowan wood, to stop ghosts and ghoulies coming down the chimney. Twigs over doors, in stables and byres, tied into the tails and manes of livestock or attached to masts and halyards on boats, are all supposed to bring health and good fortune.

So cast a spell with a rowan stick, and cast your vote for it to be Scotland's national tree!



Friday, 30 August 2013

In praise of Saraband

Saraband has won the Saltire Society's Publisher of the Year award (see here). I'm not remotely surprised. I have, over the past eight years, been published by four different publishers: the tiny poetry pamphlet and magazine publisher Essencepress, the tiny Hebridean-based literary outfit Two Ravens Press, the huge London-based subsidiary of multinational Random House, Virgin Books, and Saraband. Saraband has been in every way the best publisher of them all. They published Bear Witness, my second novel, earlier this year and this autumn will see the release of Into the Forest, an anthology of tree poems.

Saraband is based in Glasgow, so they're right at the heart of Scotland's book scene and much easier to reach than London, so that means I have experienced for the first time a publisher being both accessible and guiding me into where the buzz is. They have been a delight to work with: never remote, always enthusiastic, consulting me on all phases of the books' development and proactive about promotion. These are all good things, but there are three main aspects of Saraband's approach that really stand out.

First of all, they make the most beautiful books. That's why I first approached them with the idea for Into the Forest. Their design work is the best in the country - from gorgeous coffee-table books like Woodlanders and the Panda book, to the elegant and workable pocket guides to Scottish trees and Scottish wild harvests. They also do adventurous and unconventional, like The Cottage Garden Diaries, with its cloth cover and old-world style that so fits the story within. Like every writer, I long for my work to be made into really beautiful books, and Saraband does just that. The design and illustrations for the tree poetry anthology is in process just now, and it's looking gorgeous.

The design of Bear Witness also illustrated the second great thing about Saraband: as a publisher of books about nature, sustainability and eco-literature, they really walk the talk. In my day job I campaign for sustainability in the paper industry. Before I was taken on by Saraband, Sara Hunt had already read my book Paper Trails so she knew how I feel about this issue, and to my delight, she has always proactively worked to ensure that my books are made from the most sustainable paper available. This means 100% post-consumer waste paper, both inside and for the cover, and she has made sure it hasn't reduced the aesthetic quality of the books one bit. I have lost count of the people who have commented on how lovely the paper feels. But Saraband didn't stop here. The cover card that would have been offcut at the printer was used to create special bookmarks for the book, to make sure nothing was wasted - a nice marketing touch but also an indication of just how thoughtful the whole team is about their use of natural resources. So the books they produce are 'eco' to the very core, not just in the words they contain.

But most of all what I admire about Saraband, and the third thing I want to praise them from the rooftops for, is what lovely people they are. I feel that I fall into step so easily with everyone I meet who has a link with them. They're kind and good humoured, generous with time and altogether human. They put a lot of effort into praising people who are doing the right thing, and reaching out to co-operate with other people and organisations in Scotland's literary world. I know that many people, not only those of us lucky enough to be directly involved with them, will be delighted by the recognition they have received. Isn't it good to know that sometimes it really is the best team, with the nicest people, that wins?

The Saltire Award was given this year to honour the memory of Gavin Wallace, who did so much to help literature in Scotland. I feel sure he would have been pleased with Saraband's win, and I'm proud that Into the Forest will also be dedicated to his memory.






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Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Special birthday offer on Bear Witness for the next three days

It's my birthday on Saturday, and I want to share the presents around, so anyone who buys Bear Witness from my website will get a copy of The Last Bear for free. Why do this? I simply love it when people read my bear books and enjoy them - that's the best birthday present I can get.

I'm also spectacularly chuffed that A L Kennedy says Bear Witness is 'Moving, intelligent and quietly passionate,' and I hope you'll agree.

Get your free book here, and please spread the word. The offer will end when I've opened the post on Saturday 17 August.


Monday, 12 August 2013

Trees

I have returned to the croft after a month in the arctic in June and then a month as poet in residence at the Edinburgh Royal Botanic Garden: two huge privileges and amazing to do them back to back. I blogged pretty much every day of July at www.walkingwithpoets.wordpress.com so it has been good to take a breath since I got back, and just be here in the wild wood. Each day there's another marvel to discover, or rediscover. It's that time of year when you get aromatherapy for free all day, every day - the soft sea breeze is dense with honeysuckle and heather blossom fragrances, and trees talk in their native tongue.

I've also returned to Hesse, as I do, from time to time, as to an old friend. Here he is on trees (from Wandering).

'So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts. Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.'
Wishing you all childish thoughts, and happiness.

Friday, 7 June 2013

Come for poetree in the Edinburgh botanics in July

In July I'll be poet in residence in the Royal Botanical Gardens in Edinburgh, and the programme for the month is now agreed. For 18 days we will have a tree of the day, following the Gaelic Tree Alphabet, with an event in the afternoon or evening to celebrate the link between trees and poetry.

Here's the plan (all dates are July).
  • Birch - Beginning ceremony,  Saturday  6 July, 3pm - 3.15pm, Real Life Science Studio
  • Rowan - Taste of nature walk, Sunday 7, 3.30pm - 4.30pm, Meet at Real Life Science Studio, Gateway
  • Alder  - Outdoor poetry reading, Monday 8, 2pm - 4pm, look for signs on arrival. Bring a rug to sit on.
  • Willow - Weaving with words, Wednesday 10, 2pm - 4pm, John Hope Gateway
  • Ash - Tree folklore talk and poetry reading,  Thursday 11, 7pm - 8.30pm, John Hope Gateway - access only via West Gate on Arboretum Place from 6.45pm
  • Hawthorn  - Rustle of leaves - a listening walk, Friday 12, 3.30pm - 4.30pm, Meet at John Hope Gateway
  • Oak - Tree folklore and word play, Saturday 13, 2pm - 4pm, Oak Lawn - look for signs on arrival or a poet tying yellow ribbon round an old oak tree...
  • Holly - Tree folklore and word play, Sunday 14, 2pm - 4pm, Oak Lawn - look for signs on arrival
  • Hazel - Tree wisdom poetry workshop, Monday 15, 2pm - 4pm, Patrick Geddes Room, Gateway
  • Bramble - Poetry buzz readings, Saturday 20, 2pm - 4pm, Around the Garden
  • Ivy - Free tree hugging lessons, Sunday 21, 2pm, 3pm, 4pm, Look for signs on arrival
  • Blackthorn - Ouch! That prickles! A touchy-feely walk exploring textures around the garden, Monday 22, 3.30pm - 4.30pm, Meet at John Hope Gateway
  • Elder - Workshop on growing new poems from cuttings, Tuesday 23, 2pm - 4pm, Patrick Geddes Room, Gateway
  • Pine - Pines and poems from all around the world, Wednesday 24, 3.30pm - 4.30pm, Meet at John Hope Gateway
  • Gorse - Gorse wine, Sloe gin, Heather ale and other drinking poems, Thursday 25, 7pm - 8.30pm, John Hope Gateway - access only via West Gate on Arboretum Place from 6.45pm
  • Heather - If you're the size of a bee, heather's a big tree, kids event, Friday 26, 2pm - 4pm, John Hope Gateway
  • Aspen - Renga: collaborative poetry writing, Saturday 27, 1pm - 5pm, Chinese Pavilion
  • Yew - Gaelic Tree Alphabet ceremony, Sunday 28,  3.30pm - 4.30pm, Meet at John Hope Gateway
All welcome to come and join in! Hope to see some of you there. To find out more about the project, please contact Frances Hendron at the Scottish Poetry Library or Amy McDonald at the Botanics, or see the Walking with Poets blog.