I believe you're right, Robin. I read him years ago, but what I can
recall of the work was of a kind of strident, on to the barracades sort
of thing. Still and all the work appears to have dropped out of sight
pretty quickly. (Did find out that he himself passed on.) Bold seemed
to have erupted from one of the recessive portions of the frontal lobes
of Hugh M.--including the penchant for drink.
William Soutar is another fascinating poet--a bit like our Larry Eigner
in his circumstances. I read his jornals back in the 90's.
There's a great anthology--now long out of print--of British poetry put
together by Kenneth Rexroth, and there's a good selection of Scottish
poets in it. My copy is now in storage, but there was one poet in
particular--was his name Rogers?--that Rexroth was really impressed by.
But where is Gael Turnbull in the latest anthologies?--I have the newest
Penguin here before me, and he's conspicuous in his absence. Gael is a
fabulous poet and was a wonderful man. Terrible if his work drops like
a silver coin down a grate. Jess
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