Yesterday I woke up under Ben Cruachan in the car. I was gonna climb it, but I couldn’t see it because of the hoary mist, so I drove back home instead. I didn’t really mind as it had been a wonderful drive the day before, up to Glen Coe & down Glen Etive where the road abruptly ended. So I went on a big circular drive & ended u[p at Bonawe, where I couldn’t catch the ferry to Tynuilt anymore, as it had stopped a few years ago. Over the two days I picked up my first ever hitchers – a young German couple on their gap year & a guy called Howard who needed to get to Killin to get some gout medicine. Of course I sympathised massively.
Anyway, Burnley won away at Crystal Palace the other, which all but seals their return to the premier league. To celebrate, I finished No Nay Never off finally & collected it along with The Ballad of Pendle Hill & a chispological survey of Brunanburh in a book called THE BURNLIAD. This is the 4th release this year, after the Scotiad, Axis & Allies & the Chisper Effect, all of which can be bought via Completely Novel. This weekend I’m off to Burnley for Jacob’s birthday party, & on the Monday have in interview with the Burnley Express, where they want to take a photo of me holding the book.
Also nearly ready to go is the new Tinky Disco album, Tink A Lickle. Its been quite a journey, as I felt out with the producer in Glasgow (another greedy geezer) & so weve had to try & work some magic on the singlemix rough wavs – but I think we’ve done it thanks to Victor Pope. The musics gonna be used in the next set of episodes of the Tinky Disco Show, which we’ll be filming in a couple of weeks, culminating in a headline slot on Arran. Unfortunately Kenny was a massive nob’ed a couple of weeks ago & Ive thrown him out of the band; to which decision none of the rest of the Tinky members put up any iota of resistance. It sounds like we mean business.
So all is well &, a few weeks shy of 41, Im still composing poetry. I’m also doing a bit of gardening with the help of my neighbours. One of them actually died last week – Jimmy, he was 85. A sound lad, but starved off conversation he was always nipping his head over for a chat. Well, he was a full of old stories – a commando in the Korean war kinda vibe. Anyway, I said to him one day this summer I’ll film his tales with a camcorder for posterity. Too late now, though, he’d dead, & a real reminder to seize the day & get some work done. So, the next release is my epistles to posterity, which I’ve got down to about 600 pages at the moment, & after that I’ll be publishing The Silver Rose : at last. Ive still got some composition to do over the next month or so, but now everything is neatly laid out. I’ve got just over 40 quatrains of the Honeymoon poem to compose, & 18 free verse poems to create about my last wolf of Scotland poem, which after 3 years is finally being done. That was why I drove north actually, because I decided Cruachan would be the birthben of the wolf. This free verse is also forming the materielle for my last burst of essay writing, which I shall be doing on our summer holiday in Crete. I intend to write a series of essays, summing up my poetic contributions to the art; which shall be;
Translating Thirukurral : the story of the translation, including its recent transformation into Humanology
The Sonneverse : My ideas on the sonnet & its sequanzas
Formal Free Verse : The standardization of Free Verse
The Tryptych : A wee essay on my stanza & its creation
The New Republic : A Plato-style description of the Bardic College & its uses in society & how voter reform would work