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For anyone interested, today's Herald newspaper and its website carries an interview with the poet Edwin Morgan.
http://www.theherald.co.uk/ |
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The state of man does change and vary, Now sound, now sick, now blyth, now sary
There was also a quite good interview with auld Eddy in Scotland on Sunday at the weekend:
http://www.scotlandonsunday.com/ther...m?id=680182002 And some people (don't know who they are) have set up a web site for Morgan. They seem to have his ok to do it because I emailed them a question about him, and they went and asked for an answer and emailed me back! Its not quite complete yet, but is as good a source of Edwinianism as I have been able to find. http://www.edwinmorgan.com |
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Our plesance here is all vain glory/This fals world is but transitory
I don't know if it is based in Germany or not, the woman whose name appears on the site, and who answers the emails is Claudia E. Kraszkiewicz. There is a couple of links to German sites, so I think it probably is the one you visited.
I had another look at the site and it does say 'official' on it, so clearly E.M. has given them his blessing to set it up and administer it. It is pretty difficult to find Edwin stuff on the net, and there is not much published material either. Its unfortunate because he has done a great service to Glasgow culturally. There is also an interview with him at: http://angel-exhaust.offworld.org/ht...winMorgan.html |
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Edwin Morgan
Thanks Monco. I enjoyed that one as well. I have a feeling I like this author. I bookmarked the website so I can take a better look at his work. They have some of his poems posted there as well.
The reason for all the interviews is that he is receiving recognition for his contribution to Scottish culture [today, Friday] when a tribute evening is being held at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama. Here is one I found interesting… A Home in Space Edwin Morgan Laid-back in orbit, they found their minds. They found their minds were very clean and clear. Clear crystals in swarms outside were their fireflies and larks. Larks they were in lift-off, swallows in soaring. Soaring metal is flight and nest together. Together they must hatch. Hatches let the welders out. Out went the whitesuit riggers with frames as light as air. Air was millions under lock and key. Key-ins had computers wild on Saturday nights. Nights, days, months, years they lived in space. Space shone black in their eyes. Eyes, hands, food-tubes, screens, lenses, keys were one. One night - or day - or month - or year - they all - all gathered at the panel and agreed - agreed to cut communication with - with the earth base - and it must be said they were - were cool and clear as they dismantled the station and - and gave their capsule such power that - that they launched themselves outwards - outwards in an impeccable trajectory, that band - that band of tranquil defiers, not to plant any - any home with roots but to keep a - a voyaging generation voyaging, and as far - as far as there would ever be a home in space - space that needs time and time that needs life. *** ~S |
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