Arthur: so glad you have had a fish supper with a seagull at Oban.
Christine: yes its probably because I really love Oban and hardly ever go
there, & just for a drive there & back. 70 miles from here & not on the way
to anywhere (except Mull). We went up last Sunday late at night. 'emotion
recollected in tranquillity'?
James Sue & Terri, thanks for ideas
Bob:
> poets do (in my mind they're Sorley Maclean, Derrick Thompson & Iain
> Chrichton Smith - and why needn't they be?).
Sorley was one of them. The story is apocryphal but probably happened - you
couldnt make it up. I think the others were George Mackay Brown and ICS.
Rhyme, yes I like to use it in lots of my own ways, and I don't agree with
the current fear of using a word more than once in a poem; the problem is
often to convince other poets one is using these features deliberately.
I take your point about spilt being a 'novel' word, - meaning the opposite -
but then Oban is rather splashy!
Postcard? Oban is a postcard in summer, very romantic when it catches its
mood right, like a big yet somehow exclusive street party.
And the rest of the year, as James says, cold, dark, dilapidated and far
away
bw
SallyE
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>> From: Sally Evans <[log in to unmask]>
>> Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>> Subject: Oban, summer night
>> Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2002 22:29:56 +0100
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>> Oban, summer night
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>> We were only there for an hour -
>> no plans to travel on
>> so strolled around the piers
>> where a train slept terminally
>> and the Mull steamer lay docked
>> as the smooth bay of the night
>> took its hot, short holiday from light,
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>> remembered stories of the past:
>> how the young busker stood up to the laird,
>> how all the seals would bob along the harbour,
>> and how three well-respected Gaelic poets
>> had walked into the Royal Bank of Scotland
>> sozzled, and ordered whisky. (³Sorry, sir,
>> this is the Royal Bank of Scotland.²)
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>> The same old pubs with open doors and singing
>> spilt into the square, the quay, while boats
>> crept out on midnight trips around the bay,
>> a place to eat fish suppers in the presence
>> of old and unembittered seagulls. A town to keep
>> through years, though we wonıt stay away
>> so long this time, we said, and drove away.
>>
>>
>> Sally Evans
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