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Trust of the first Scottish poet laureate, Edwin Morgan.
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Computer’s First Christmas Card: a Poetry/Coding workshop
4 Dec, Glasgow – free

Inspired by Edwin Morgan’s poem, attendees at this Poetry/Coding workshop will code a festive poem & leave with a handmade Christmas card! No experience of coding or poetry necessary
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Computer's First Christmas Card: a Poetry/Coding workshop
Poetry Coding Workshop with the Edwin Morgan Collection. An introduction to coding and poetry with Michael Mullen and Claire Quigley.
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November 24, 2025 at 3:33 PM
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What was your wish? You wanted more?
It’s granted! Up there is a store
Of light. It’s breaking now in showers
Not of stars but meteors . . .

✨ “Leonids” by #EdwinMorgan, published in Cathures (Carcanet, 2002)
Look now, look quick – a shooting star! Make your wish! It’s very far From here to where the active light Set out and streaked across a night In Glasgow’s greatly dark November To die there, a supernal ember. What was your wish? You wanted more? It’s granted! Up there is a store Of light. It’s breaking now in showers Not of stars but meteors, Spark after spark, scattering, dying, You could send your wishes flying In thousands, born, reborn, delighting To be part of that bright sighting Which disappears and yet appears Again in our unlonely years.
November 18, 2025 at 10:16 AM
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Call for papers for a special issue of the *Journal of British and Irish Innovative Poetry* on concrete & visual poetries. Edited by Colin Herd & Greg Thomas. 250-300-word abstracts to [email protected] by 10 Jan 2026
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October 31, 2025 at 1:11 PM
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A spOoky poem from Edwin Morgan’s final collection, Dreams and Other Nightmares. Happy Hallowe’en!

— “Horsemen” published here in Centenary Selected Poems (Carcanet 2020)
Horsemen It was late, a wintry evening, and I was in the old flat looking out at everything familiar, all the details of every neighbouring house quite clear under streetlights when are the corner by the lamp I saw them – horses and their men talking together, their hoof clatter and whispering (the Horseman's word I'd read about but cannot speak), Their great flanks, fetlocks, ancient and out of place in Glasgow now, under the street lamp at my corner where they should not have been. And as I stared at them talking together all at once every light went out and I was left in darkness with that sound of hooves, beating, retreating –
October 31, 2025 at 11:39 AM
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Rubbing a glistening circle
on the steamed-up window I framed
a pheasant in a field of mist…

—Edwin Morgan, “Aberdeen Train”
published in CENTENARY SELECTED POEMS, @carcanet.bsky.social 2020
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Edwin Morgan Aberdeen Train Rubbing a glistening circle on the steamed-up window I framed a pheasant in a field of mist. The sun was a great red thing somewhere low, struggling with the milky scene. In the furrows a piece of glass winked into life, hypnotized the silly dandy; we hooted past him with his head cocked, contemplating a bottle-end, and this was the last of October, a Chinese moment in the Mearns.
October 30, 2025 at 12:29 PM
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In Translation: A Scottish-Slovenian Poetry Exchange
7 Nov @uofglasgow.bsky.social – free

The @edmorgantrust.bsky.social brings together four poets working across Scottish Gaelic, Scots, & Slovene for a two-part exchange in Edinburgh & Ljubljana
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In Translation: A Scottish-Slovenian Poetry Exchange
In Translation: A Scottish-Slovenian Poetry Exchange
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October 30, 2025 at 5:27 PM
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Next Friday: In Translation: A Scottish-Slovenian Poetry Exchange – poets working across Gaelic, Scots & Slovene will share translations of each other’s work & insights into their creative process.

Register to attend in person: shorturl.at/6nNtz
Or email [email protected] to join online!
October 29, 2025 at 2:01 PM
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100 years today since the birth of Ian Hamilton Finlay. Happy birthday IHF.
A picture of Ian Hamilton Finlay flying paper planes at his home, Stonypath.
October 28, 2025 at 8:08 AM
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Today is the centenary of Ian Hamilton Finlay: one of Scotland's most innovative poets and artists. In August the SPL collaborated with the Little Sparta Trust for an afternoon of poetry at Little Sparta featuring Christopher Crawford, Nasim Rebecca Asl, Nazaret Ranea & Janette Ayachi #IHFcentenary
October 28, 2025 at 9:31 AM
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Today we celebrate the Centenary of the birth of Scottish poet, artist and gardener Ian Hamilton Finlay (1925-2006) by hosting a special screening of The Boat in the Writing Room: retracing the origins of Stonypath, Little Sparta tonight (Tues 28 Oct) 7-9pm

Free. To book [email protected]
October 28, 2025 at 10:31 AM
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Happy 100th birthday Ian Hamilton Finlay – poet, visual artist, gardener, and friend of Edwin Morgan.

EM & IHF met in the summer of 1961 & supported each other throughout the decade, both been keen experimenters in the field of concrete poetry ... 🧵

[img: “Fish Sheet One”, pub. by IHF in 1963)
October 28, 2025 at 12:50 PM
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We’re excited to launch the Open the Doors Fund, our new small grants scheme for poets + translators in Scotland seeking funding to support their creative/professional development.

Deadline: 10 Nov, 5pm

For more info please visit our website 👇
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The Open the Doors Fund: Applications Open
The Open the Doors Fund is a new small grants scheme inspired by the words of Edwin Morgan: Open the doors! Light of the day, shine in; Light of the mind, shine out! With grants of up to £1,000 ava…
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October 13, 2025 at 11:03 AM
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📣 TODAY! Don’t miss Of Us & Others – a powerful new film by Maya Rose Edwards 🎬 Screening 12–5pm at Civic House (drop in anytime!). One day only – Sat 4 Oct! AGA’s first visual art commission supported by @creativescots.bsky.social & the Edwin Morgan Trust
October 4, 2025 at 7:42 AM
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“The use of Scots, apart from the relative ease of working up the right atmosphere, also helps (though dangerously) because of the verbal freedom it confers on a harassed translator”

—Edwin Morgan on translating Mayakovsky into Scots
#InternationalTranslationDay
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Annual Volume 48 (2018)
Edited by John Coyle and James McGonigal Paperback, 424 pages ASLS, April 2020 Price £24.95 ISBN 978-1-906841-40-9 Order from our bookshop “I try to write something every day even though I am not…
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September 30, 2025 at 1:18 PM
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For #InternationalTranslationDay, Edwin Morgan’s translation of ‘Anyám’ by Hungarian poet Attila József (1905–1937)

Published in Collected Translations (Carcanet, 1996)
My Mother She would hold the mug in both hands, one Sunday as evening approached she smiled in her own peaceful way and sat a moment in the half dark A small saucepan held the super she brought home from the fine folks’ house we went to bed, and I lay thinking how they had a whole pot to devour – This was my mother, tiny, early dead, a washerwoman’s lot is to die early, her legs shake from the loads she carries, her head throbs as she bends ironing – And her mountains are the dirty washing! She has a tranquilizing cloudscape of steam, and as for pastures new the washerwoman has the attic – She pauses with the iron: I see her. Her brittle body was broken by capital, grew thin, grew thinner – think about it, proletarians – She was bent, you know, bent from washing, I never knew how young she was, she wore a clean apron in her dreams, and the postman greeted her then –
September 30, 2025 at 3:03 PM
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Second hand book sites discoveries !

Including Edwin Morgan on Edwin Muir in The Review, February 1963

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September 28, 2025 at 10:13 AM
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Announcing our new partnership scheme: The Canedolia Collaboration! We welcome applications from orgs in Scotland looking to deliver a 3-year programme focused on poetry and/or translation. Financial and in-kind support available.

⏰ Deadline: 2 Oct @ 5pm

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The Canedolia Collaboration: Applications Open
The Canedolia Collaboration is a new partnership scheme named after Edwin Morgan’s poem ‘Canedolia’, a celebration of language, place and possibility. This initiative builds on the success of The S…
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September 4, 2025 at 11:16 AM
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Of Us & Others is the result of our inaugural visual art Creative Commission with Maya Rose Edwards, supported by @creativescots.bsky.social Open Fund & @edmorgantrust.bsky.social Edward’s new film will screen for one day at Civic House, 04.10.25, from 12–5pm, on a rolling loop so pop in anytime!
September 8, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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“As clay in clay you cannot catch my thanks, my steadiness, my lateness, my praise”

— ’John I’ by Edwin Morgan, written in memory of John Scott, his partner for 16 years, who died in September 1978.

Published in Edwin Morgan Twenties: Love (Polygon, 2020)
John I Nothing will bring him back. I know that, of course I know that. The days When I do not think of him are few, but if I turn my gaze On a phantom, on a plot of earth, on a faded photograph of great times, I raise Nothing, nearly nothing, no, not nothing, it is the something of a pain that stays Ineradicable and only to be mitigated when I breathe the phrase I loved you. You must know It was truly so, although As clay in clay you cannot catch my thanks, my steadiness, my lateness, my praise.
September 8, 2025 at 10:45 AM
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Announcing our new partnership scheme: The Canedolia Collaboration! We welcome applications from orgs in Scotland looking to deliver a 3-year programme focused on poetry and/or translation. Financial and in-kind support available.

⏰ Deadline: 2 Oct @ 5pm

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The Canedolia Collaboration: Applications Open
The Canedolia Collaboration is a new partnership scheme named after Edwin Morgan’s poem ‘Canedolia’, a celebration of language, place and possibility. This initiative builds on the success of The S…
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September 4, 2025 at 11:16 AM
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ESSAY

'Page Against The Machine: On the Poetics of AI Refusal'

Pip Thornton asks if AI technologies will "disarm poetry and creative writing as tools of refusal."

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Page Against The Machine: On the Poetics of AI Refusal
This essay by artist and researcher Pip Thornton documents and debates some of the outputs of ‘Writing The Wrongs of AI’ (WWAI), a project which explored creative ways to demonstrate the power that hu...
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September 3, 2025 at 8:53 AM
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‘“When the facts of our lives can never be fully known there isn’t just room for fiction, there is a moral imperative for it. To write it. To paint it – to light a candle in the dark then pick up your pen or brush. Even, and especially, when the world is ending.”

A wee essay

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‘They had everything, then nothing’: the prodigies the art world forgot
Robert Colquhoun and Bobby MacBryde were once the golden boys of London’s art scene – photographed in Vogue, filmed by Ken Russell and lauded by Francis Bacon. So why did they vanish into obscurity?
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August 31, 2025 at 7:17 PM
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The summer grows late, cool, ragged, precious.
Clouds like ungainly brooms are sweeping showers across the slates ...

— ‘A Crow’ by #EdwinMorgan, published in Sweeping Out the Dark (Carcanet, 1994)
A Crow The summer grows late, cool, ragged, precious. Clouds like ungainly brooms are sweeping showers across the slates. On a dripping lamp-standard a crow hunches, flaps, hunches. The young painter with his ring of white sings as he hops in and out of the rain. The sun bursts what it has been saving so suddenly, so brilliantly, we are smiling. It is August still. The leaves hang fast and glisten. If there were no seasons, who would be singing? If there was no weather, who would be painting? If there was no earth turning, we darkly, partly think, no crow would have a lawn to stamp on or Aristarchus any globe to dandle. As not to be born is worst – a crow will tell you, a worm will tell you – not to be created crosses galaxies like a shadow of horror. But created they are; born, I and the painter; really wet ruffled shiny black half-happy the feathers of the raucous-hearted clatterer.
August 25, 2025 at 12:15 PM
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“Oh I can’t speak
of that eternal break of white, only of
memories crowding in from human kind ...”

Remembering dear Edwin Morgan, who died on this day, fifteen years ago.

—portrait of Edwin Morgan (1980) by Alexander Moffat
—‘100’ from The New Divan, publ. in Collected Poems (Carcanet, 1990)
100 The dead climb with us like the living to the edge. The clouds sail and the air’s washed blue. For you and me, the life beyond that sages mention is this life on a crag above a line of breakers. Oh I can’t speak of that eternal break of white, only of memories crowding in from human kind, stealthily, brazenly, thankfully, stonily into that other sea-cave of my head. Down where the breaker was closes, darkens, rises, foams, closes; crates drift across, whirl round in the ghost of a gale; a shred of sailcloth relic of a gale that really blew slews to the resting-place the long tide goes out to leave it, bleaching on its bony rock. I pick it from the stone, Hafiz, to bind the leaves of my divan.
August 19, 2025 at 8:42 AM
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FLYTE NYTE!

Wed 20 Aug @ EIBF

🥊 Joelle Taylor versus Hannah Lavery 🥊
🥊 Michael Mullen versus Ross McLeary 🥊
🥊 Bee Asha versus Kate Ireland 🥊
🥊 Amelia Baylor versus Darren Connell 🥊

Hosted by Leyla Josephine, Colin Bramwell, Iona Lee.

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August 18, 2025 at 1:28 PM