Berfrois

Intellectual Jousting in the Republic of Letters

Glasgow Represent  !

by Russell Bennetts and Rauan Klassnik

o, Scotland, wee bonnie lass

auld, Thistle, ploughman firth



I would walk through Fields of Fire
Stuart Adamson hanging from a rope
in a Big Country

ref, ref, ref


dreams stay with you
like a lover’s cry, O


fortune &fame &teh45
sleek, cowering, timorous

& bad football, rugby

In your eyes our mortalitythe dead child climaxes
all over the ground

placepigallesong:

standing, and talking… at first, you just mentioned you could do some recording here and i took it with a smile and a lick of salt, ever the unbeliever… but then you said you were always advised to buy a place and you didn’t mind where that place could be here, there, or anywhere really and whether here, there or anywhere, we should get to spend more time together which was the one thing you wanted because - how you insisted ! - you didn’t want to mislead, you wanted me to see you as you believed you truly were - all the warped & disappointing shapes of you so different sometimes you said from the lively being you had seen stirring here that would probably dissolve & disappear once you stepped out of our days & would i still like you with the flaws, the shadows and the weight that would not fail to show that got my attention because it bespoke honesty and fear and because you were saying we should try and maybe fail to reach a shore when i had been thinking we were only drifting towards nowhere

placepigallesong:

standing, and talking…
at first, you just mentioned you could do some recording here
and i took it with a smile and a lick of salt, ever the unbeliever…
but then you said you were always advised to buy a place
and you didn’t mind where that place could be
here, there, or anywhere really
and whether here, there or anywhere,
we should get to spend more time together
which was the one thing you wanted
because - how you insisted ! -
you didn’t want to mislead, you wanted me to see you
as you believed you truly were -
all the warped & disappointing shapes of you
so different sometimes you said from the lively being you had seen stirring here
that would probably dissolve & disappear once you stepped out of our days
& would i still like you with the flaws, the shadows and the weight
that would not fail to show
that got my attention
because it bespoke honesty and fear
and because you were saying we should try and maybe fail to reach a shore
when i had been thinking we were only drifting towards nowhere

Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of human need for it and it has not changed except to become more needed. The skalds, the bards, the writers are not separate and exclusive. From the beginning, their functions, their duties, and their responsibilities have been decreed by our species… the writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man’s proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit - for gallantry in defeat, for courage, compassion and love. In the endless war against weakness and despair, these are the bright rally flags of hope and of emulation. I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.

— John Steinbeck

Reach what you cannot!

— Nikos Kazantzakis

Gottfried Lindauer, Maori girl, c. 1874 

Tamati Waka Nene, 1890