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No. 3 NORMAN ACKROYD by Andrew McNeillie£5.00Add to basket
Expanded and revised from Andrew McNeillie’s essay ‘The Last Surviving King of Elmet, or Wildness Regained’ that introduced two shows by Norman Ackroyd: Just be a Poet (The Fine Art Society, London, 2016) and The Western Shore – from Shetland to Co. Cork (The Verey Gallery, Eton College 27 April – 10 September 2017).
In Search of Poetry by Richard Murphy£15.00Add to basket
W.B. Yeats saw it in dramatic terms. The artist’s choice is between perfection of the life or of the work. There is it seems no half-way house. Either way there is a price to pay. In this most moving book, Richard Murphy presents us with a veritable anatomy of the Yeatsian dilemma. Here is poetry in the making, along with disturbing collateral, told with unflinching honesty.
forthcoming April this year – orders will be sent out as soon as the book becomes available
No. 2 Baltimore by Andrew Motion£5.00Add to basket
On the poet’s leaving his native land to settle in America. An ideal companion to his contribution to the Clutag Five Poems series.
No. 1 Ardnish by James Macdonald Lockhart£10.00 – £15.00Select options
A highly original exercise in ornithological observation and the historical investigation of place in which lyricism and factual precision combine to remarkable effect.
Iain Niall: Part of his Life – Andrew McNeillie£20.00Add to basket
Ian Niall was the pen name of John McNeillie (1916-2002). Between them they wrote more than forty books, over a period of as many years, from 1939 when at twenty-two John McNeillie published Wigtown Ploughman: Part of His Life, with Putnam of London and New York, a Scottish classic, a book that raised a national controversy, leading to housing reform. A new paperback edition, edited and introduced by Andrew McNeillie, is due from the Edinburgh publisher Birlinn in Autumn 2012.
My Childhood – John McNeillie£20.00Add to basket
‘I can remember quite clearly now a recuperating soldier singing me Gaelic songs but I can also remember small, insignificant things – the sound of a porridge pot bubbling; talk on a wet Sunday when the hills were veiled in mist; the clatter and laughter of dancers on the tiled floor of the kitchen when the vigour of their gyrations set up a draught that made the oil-lamp smoke.’
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