Howl by Allen Ginsberg | Poetry Foundation

Posted: 28/08/2018 by crowkitchetales in writing

Woke up wanting to go look for America. Could only find Ginsberg. Does anyone else know where America went? I checked behind the sofa, but all I found there was the rest of the world.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49303/howl

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Lulu Spotlight

Posted: 24/08/2018 by crowkitchetales in writing

I have re-instated Dark Tales from the Crow Kitchen and dropped the price of the E-BOOK version of the Ballad of Sara and Jared. You can find both for sale at my author spotlight on Lulu.

I am currently working on a few very interesting projects, which I may consider giving some access to via Patreon. One is a horror novel set in Galloway, the other is a currently amorphous sci-fi project.

Time for breath

Posted: 15/05/2018 by Alternate Celt in Life, poetry
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The Source

The Well Spring

The Problem

The Poison


Life changing too quickly

Too often

Another new house

Another new class

Another new drama

To be knotched

On a child sized belt

Clinging on with white knuckles

To her skirts

Following behind

Head down

Shame unvoiced

Avoiding the questions

Always etched on the faces

Of that ceaseless train of new people


Learning to carry

The guilt she never feels

Not hidden by her shadow

Their explanations found in me

Because she doesn’t know

That language

Apologies left until

The cracks appear

Days of guilty pampering

Supposed to make up for the balance

Of hours left alone

Hours left ignored

Of blame offered

Of rage withstood

Of hurt sustained


The time is over

The burden ready

To be set aside

The tears that flow

Now cleanse

The wounds re-opened

Leak out the poison

Breath can be taken

Healing can begin

Life can go on

Life study in sunlight

Posted: 03/04/2018 by Alternate Celt in poetry
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Sunlight touches us

The world passes by

Blurred, indistinct

Unimportant

A phantom in the passenger window

We miss it

We’re preoccupied with

Rolling forward

Racing through life

Not looking back

We’re too young to worry

Too old to care

Destination unknown

Unprepared

‘It’ll be a surprise

when we get there,’

Life is too big

Too wide

For the short sighted

To see the edges

I fasted yesterday. I ate nothing from dinner the night before until breakfast this morning. I am not a stranger to fasting, I have done it often in the past, so I could tell myself to ignore the rumbling in my stomach and stifle the wistful food shaped daydreaming I know I am prone to, but it is still a task requiring focus not to succumb when the habit is to go grab a little something from the kitchen to assuage just the little pangs.

Still, yesterday, I was schooling myself a little differently. Every time my stomach let me know it really might quite like to be fed, I told it it is privileged. I told it to have a little solidarity.

It was International Women’s Day, and I am a roughly middle class rural Scots woman who’s had the luxury of pursuing the ‘5-2’ diet and the comfort of living without any persecution. I have freedom, I haven’t known violence or war. I haven’t known real hunger, or been afraid I cannot provide food for my children.

For most of the last fortnight, women asylum seekers detained at Yarl’s Wood Detention center have been on Hunger Strike. Some have been kept there under indefinitely, some face deportation to countries they have fled from in fear for their lives. Many have children.

I can’t imagine the despair and anger it would take me to feel compelled to go on Hunger Strike. I can’t imagine what it must be like to wake up day after day, hungry yet determined to continue. I can’t imagine the reserves of strength it must take to choose to do such a thing when other avenues are closed to you. I wonder if it might seem easier to give up, but that brings me back to how my own life has not given me a way to relate to what drives these brave women.

Now I have stopped fasting, they still continue to be on Hunger Strike. They have been threatened with accelerated deportation if they continue. They have been threatened because HM Government fears what publicity for their plight might do. I will share their protest in the hope that their plight becomes widely heard and forces HM Government to treat them like the human beings they are rather than another inconvenient cost they would rather ignore.

You can still pledge to fast in solidarity with them here. You can read more about the ladies demands here.

I have been learning this for a while, but something clicked earlier so I recorded it before I forgot. It’s a beautiful song, hope I am doing it no disservice!
#np on #SoundCloud

Gallery  —  Posted: 19/09/2017 by Alternate Celt in Life

This evening we had our inaugural Gaelic class at the Library here in Dalry. With a brimming class of 12 at all levels, Anndra (Andrew Wilson of Beltie Books in Wigtown) led us through the basics of introducing ourselves. As there were two Angelas in the class I decided to go with my middle name since it’s Irish, so I get to be Cerridh on a Monday night from now on! 

With a brief break for coffee and biscuits, we finished with a rousing couple of rounds of Oidche Mhath Leibh. Being a swot, I took up the homework for more advanced peeps, but I may yet regret it! 

So, we had a great first hour and a half of Gaelic. 

Moran, moran taing  Anndra a-rithist! 

Gallery  —  Posted: 11/09/2017 by Alternate Celt in Ghàidhlig, Life

Social media musings

Posted: 14/08/2017 by Alternate Celt in musings, writing
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So here I am, some way into my first draft and burning with the desire to shout about it. That urge would normally take me to Facebook, but I have given myself a self imposed social media ban. Originally I gave myself a week, but I have extended it because of how much more productive I have been. 

We are inundated with research telling us too much social media time is bad for us, but it is easy not to see just how much it is affecting us when we surround ourselves with it. Normally, I need to be right up to date with the news, but nearly two weeks in and I realise that if something really genuinely big happens, I will still find out. In the meantime, I am not weighed down with the relentless negativity of our current news narrative.  I don’t feel like I must keep up, that I must just read this article to stay informed, that I must know the ins and outs of eu constitutional law just remain abreast of current affairs. Also, I discovered that not knowing hasn’t actually killed me.

And I have a novel coming together that I want to shout about. My lack of instant gratification in this respect mostly keeps leading me back to my notebook, unless it takes me ferreting around the internet or the non-fiction section at work. It seems to feed back in to itself, and I am starting to remember what it was like writing before I was so easily distracted. It’s also made me want to keep the project pretty close to my chest, which I think will be for the best. I have nothing worth anything until I have a complete draft. 

I still only half hear people though, that doesn’t change. Now, at least, it’s because I am brain deep in a story, not brain off in stream of unrelenting information. 

Advice: uninstall Facebook and Twitter from your devices. Make a banging playlist. Write. 

I am still alive! 

Posted: 02/08/2017 by Alternate Celt in writing

I have been scrapping around for a new story since my course finished, and over the last week I have found one. I am not going to talk about it because I am going to use this idea to try and produce a professional manuscript with it!

To help me focus I am taking at least a week off social media. I also won’t be posting here again until I have achieved a worthwhile amount of work on the story.

Good luck out there, world. I am off to hide in the 1950’s with just this soundtrack for company…

La Partida – SoundCloud

Posted: 21/07/2017 by Alternate Celt in music
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As taught to me by Anne Chaurand. Not by any means perfect, but a long way from where I began.

Listen to La Partida by alternatecelt #np on #SoundCloud