Albert Kirk Jr
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Scriever, Gomerel. Scriever an Furthsetter o pish watter: a scots zine. A micht dicht ma posts noo an agane. #ScotsLeid #ScotsLanguage #Scots #ScotsPoetry #ScotsScrievin #Gaidhlig #Independence #Scotland #ScottishIndependence #Music #Zines #ScottishZines
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A'm gaun back intae editin ma nuvel that A feenisht scrievin in 2020. A wrut it in Sudron an syne in 2022 A owerset it intae Scots. Av puntit it aboot tae nae joy, but A'm siccar thare somethin aboot it.

It is 140,000 wirds, sae aiblins cuttin that doon is on the cairds 😀
albertkirkjr.bsky.social
when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge.
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Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab’s full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson,
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whan yon noble Northman teems narraly, but undevalin throu the Highland cleuch.

An noo in Sudron...
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#Scotstober: Sleekit

Fae Moby-Dick, Ch. 41

Human madness is aftwhiles a knacketie an maist feline thing. Whan ye think it fled, it micht hae juist become transfeegurt intae some mair sleekit form. Ahab’s fou lunacy didnae subside, insteid sair croolt; like the unabatit Hudson, 1/2
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gregorsteele.bsky.social
Frae The Pizzenous Pet Shop:
The Slevverin Slug is sleekit,
It plans oot its attack,
It slides up yir shirt tae the collar,
And dribbles doon yir back.
Read the hale poem here, or hear it frae actor Katya Searle:
www.scotshooseyaldi.com/primary/poem... #Scotstober
The Pizzenous Pet Shop – ScotsHoose Yaldi
www.scotshooseyaldi.com
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handsupfortrad.bsky.social
Plooter
Oor aunties hoose wis aside a haugh. Us bairns haed tae plooter throu the thick glaur o the mire sae we cuid play in the burn. A mind her skitin oor wee lugs at the sicht o oor clarty shin whan we cam back! #Scotstober 2025
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We fecht to lowse oursels, we coup and skar
and joater menseless in the foazie grun,
feart to bide still, and fusionless to rin,
we plouter on, forfeuchan, through the haar…

—Robert Garioch, “The Bog”
in A KIST O SKINKLAN THINGS (ASL, 2017)
#Scotstober #poem #poetry
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Robert Garioch
The Bog

The lyft is lourd abuin the hechs and howes,
peat-bog and mist hae left nae space atween;
the puddock cours doun frae the wecht abuin,
here is nae leevin-space for men or yowes.

We fecht to lowse oursels, we coup and skar
and joater menseless in the foazie grun,
feart to bide still, and fusionless to rin,
we plouter on, forfeuchan, through the haar.

We rax doun, seeking rock, wi feet grown nesh
frae clatchin in thae never-ending clarts,
ettlin to traipse on stanes, to thole their scarts,
and win to some green haugh, kind to the flesh.

Tho weill we ken it's aye the same auld place,
we fuil oursels to pech and plouter on
frae this black oily puddle-hole to thon,
that gies the meisor of our hirple-pace.

Our thochts are aye on skinklan burns, dour rocks,
clean waters we cuid loup frae stane to stane,
bricht in the sun or weet wi dounricht rain,
dazzlit wi licht and stoun'd by solid shocks.

But maist we think of gangin ither airts,
whaur we micht hae faur distances in sicht,
think lang to traivel til a warld of bricht
pure colour in outlandish foreign pairts.

Sae we jalouse some howff juist owre the brae,
some hevin abuin the sterns, juist out of sicht,
whaur we cuid gae the morn, gin we micht
loup owre the muin, as did the famous quey.

Wanting some yirdlie hevin for Almains,
the Fuhrer maks a furore in our lugs;
we bield in ivory touers or Luftwaffe-skugs,
while bummlan boomers threaten broken banes. Thae men that fetch us boombs frae yont the seas,
heich in their Heinkels, ken the same despair;
they maun skite flat-out on the slidder air,
forever doomed, like us, to future ease.

Nou the impassioned banshees, in F-moll,
screich out wi siren voices, anger-riven,
Beethoven's chord of Opus 57,
the same that skeiched us in the Usher Hall.

The causey street we staund on shaks and shogs,
freestane fore-storey housses flee in air;
real super-realism everywhere
maks grand pianos mate wi clarty bogs.

The bog—I ken the feel o't weill eneuch,
tak its conditions, staund and dinnae fecht
to lowse my feet, and find it tholes my wecht
ablow the haar, gin but my heid be leugh.

And here are colours braw as onie shroud:
broun and dark broun, black and mair black, an aa
the fud or hint-end of the watergaw,
whaur I hae fand my forpit-met of gowd.
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gregorsteele.bsky.social
A wee plooter aboot at the seaside in Leven wi ma granny (1963 or thereaboots). #Scotstober
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raisethegame.bsky.social
#Scotstober 2025
Plooter
Oor aunties hoose wis aside a haugh. Us bairns haed tae plooter throu the thick glaur o the mire sae we cuid play in the burn. A mind her skitin oor wee lugs at the sicht o oor clarty shin whan we cam back!
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drmdempster.bsky.social
Its day therteen o #Scotstober 2025! The day's wird is: plooter
drmdempster.bsky.social
🚨Annooncement!🚨

Here yer #Scotstober 2025 wirds!

A'm sharin on aw platforms, but maistly follaein on BlueSky this year.

A'm luikin forret tae yer warks 😁

Wirds as text ablow
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leftpeggers.bsky.social
#Scotstober
#DoricVariant
#Haiku
#Ploiterin

Fit wye dis bairns luve
Ploiterin in ih dubs
Fit a lauch they hae

Why do kids love
Messing about in the mud
What a laugh they have
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ewanmh.bsky.social
It's Monday morning, so the #Scotstober word of the day is: Dwam - a stupor, trance, daydream, reverie, a wee world o yer ain. "When Ah was at school, every day Ah'd look oot the windae at the world ootside and shin be in a dwam."
a close up of a cartoon character 's face with hypnotic eyes
Alt: Mowgli is gone man, solid gone...
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Awtho A spelt plooter wrang 😡
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Cheers. Gie us twintie year an A'll dae the hale dammt quair 😅
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gregorsteele.bsky.social
Absolutely loving these Moby Dick translations!
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kokopellibfree.bsky.social
People plootert throu shairds in 'e glaur, blent wi tears, sweit, an bluid, awtho thay barelins noticed.

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(Ah'm nae native spikker.)

#Scotstober 2025-13t - #plooter
#WriteInScots #Scots#Doric
#WritingCommunity
People plootert throu shairds in 'e glaur, blent wi tears, sweit, an bluid, awtho thay barelins noticed. 

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© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
#Scotstober 2025-13t
plooter
albertkirkjr.bsky.social
So down there, some ten feet below the level of the deck, the pooharpooneer flounders about, half on the whale and half in the water, as the vast mass revolves like a tread-mill beneath him.
albertkirkjr.bsky.social
But in very many cases, circumstances require that the harpooneer shall remain on the whale till the whole flensing or stripping operation is concluded. The whale, be it observed, lies almost entirely submerged, excepting the immediate parts operated upon.
albertkirkjr.bsky.social
Sae doon thare, some ten fit ablo the level o the deck, the puir herpuineer plotters aboot, hauf on the whaul an hauf in the watter, as the undeemous mass birls like a tread-mill aneath him.

An in Sudron...
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#Scotstober: Plotter

Fae Moby-Dick, Ch. 71

In a gey wheen cases but, circumstances require that the herpuineer maun stey on the whaul till the hale flensin or strippin task is by. The whaul, be it observed, ligs awmaist freely unner the watter, apairt fae the immediate pairts gettin wirkit on.
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A man walked out of the sea one February morning dressed in a boilersuit & bunnet, and wearing a tartan scarf which had been tucked crosswise under each oxter…

—James Kelman, “Incident on a Windswept Beach”
in THE STORY OF THE STONE, @pmpress.bsky.social 2025
#Scotstober
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James Kelman
Incident on a Windswept Beach

A man walked out of the sea one February morning dressed in a boilersuit & bunnet, and wearing a tartan scarf which had been tucked crosswise under each oxter to be fastened by a safety-pin at a point roughly centre of his shoulder blades; from his neck swung a pair of heavy boots whose laces were knotted together. He brought what must have been a waterproof tobacco-pouch out from a pocket, because when he had rolled a smoke he lighted the thing using a kind of Zippo (also from the pouch) and puffed upon it with an obvious relish. It was an astonishing spectacle.
Hastening over to him I exclaimed: Christ Almighty jimmy, where've you come from?
Back there, he muttered oddly and made to proceed on his path.
At least let me give you a pair of socks! I said.
But he shook his head. No ... I'm not supposed to.
albertkirkjr.bsky.social
Sae agane A got naither score richt. Ma Scotland result wis richt, an the speerit wis richt as weel i.e. a scunnersome performance.

An Greece weel bate by Denmark. A shoud hae gaed by form an no "whit's the maist Scotland thing likely tae happen".

On tae neist weeken!
albertkirkjr.bsky.social
Tae tune o "Clementine"
🎵
FITBA SPAEMAN,
FITBA SPAEMAN,
HE JALOUSES FITBA SCORES;
DINNAE BET NANE O YER CLINK BUT,
CAUSE HE'S NO
BEEN RICHT AFORE
🎵

Sae here ma thochts for Scotland’s group the nicht:

SCO 1 - 0 BLR
DEN 1 - 1 GRE

Sair temptit tae gang for a BLR win but...
#SCOBLR
#Scotstober
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raisethegame.bsky.social
#Scotstober 2025

Patch: A bittie o claith pit oan tae cover ower a hole aiblins in auld breeks or a jaiket.

Patchin up: Whan argyin fowk pit a stramash ahint thirsels an mak forrit
albertkirkjr.bsky.social
Naw. Finger or fingar.

Rhymes wi zinger.