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A malediction, a disavowal, an admission. I have no heft to shoulder the weight you cannot bear, your father who called you ugly, your mother who does of cancer, the husband you foreswear.
Words, written on water. While bringing earth to throw on fire for a possible future
Scottish Gallery of Modern Art in the light of Vincent, in the light of Piet, in the light of Cy
In the lea of the hazels the hare skirted the open ground, vanishing to re-emerge under the wheels of the car. The maw of the middle distance.
Far from the cold northern light, far from the western fringes of empire, the warm sun feeds me
The weight of a human soul, flightless in an era of dust
Abandoned victorian garden, Glengarry Castle, Scotland
'Gunclub Road, Kippen', Oil on board, 60cm x 60cm, (c) Greag Mac a' tSaoir 2017
GlĂłthach fhroig, gaineamhchloch, an uisce gan torann / frogspawn, sandstone, the noiseless water
fuinneoga salach, an solus a cuireadh suas go dlĂșth / dirty windows, light made solid
An speir san uisce, na crainn suas é, an ghairdin sios an uisce, chuma na smugairle róin ar na duilleoga bhåite / the sky in the water, the trees upon it, the garden beneath, the water lilies masquerading as jellyfish
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Feach ard sa speir. Ta na realtai ag cur fola anocht / Look at the sky. The stars are bleeding tonight
Fuair me blas fhola sa ghairdin / I tasted blood in the garden
Sa ghairdin, tĂĄ sĂ©ideadh fola ar leathshĂșil liom, an chuid eile foircthe le fiail / In the garden, one of my eyes is bloodshot, the other overgrown with weeds.
NĂl beatha ata ann ach ar na h-imeallacha / There is no life save what is at the margins