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| Blue eyed and legless |
I spent around 36 hours back in Edinburgh, where I managed a lot of quality time with my Dad and even met up with some good friends and took in the Peter Doig exhibition (which was superb). And it is good to do this from time to time, break away, get away, take time away from everything else that occupies our time. At the moment I am making work for myself, applying for grants and suchlike so later I can make more work for myself - daft logic I know. Will anyone mind if I don't and instead I sit down to write something I really want to write, like 'Seven Sightings of Icarus' which is little more than a floating idea at the moment? In his poem, 'An Ageing Artist Reviews His Work' Paul Hetherington
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| Dunbar Harbour |
has an artist looking at one of his early pieces of work and asking, 'Did I do this?' Goodness I know how he feels. Of course the poem addresses so much more, the sentiment of which we can address for ourselves, but the 'Did I do this?' sentiment manifests itself in a, 'Can I still do this...' at least it does for me. Is that partly why I went back to Edinburgh? Nostalgia? I wish I knew because the present is so unsettling: that which I thought I knew I know not. This song was one of my mother's favourites and we, my Dad and me, listened to it leaking from a wee mackerel boat in Dunbar harbour and I helped him to wipe away a wee tear and he helped me, and the things we thought we knew we know not, except that we like Puccini...
