As I promised in the Behind the Words: A Trolley Full of Marx post, here’s a piece from a different century. In 1999, while I was in my second year at the University of Aberdeen, I self-published a pamphlet of poems called Fences We Build. It was mainly poems I had written while a member of the Creative Writing Society and a few from my high school days. A couple had been published elsewhere, but mostly not. I printed about fifty, sold them for a couple of quid and handed them out to a few notables when they came to Aberdeen for guest lectures or for Alan Spence’s Word Festival. I hope each and every one of them immediately binned it.
Behind the Words: Lament
Behind the Words: Lament
Behind the Words: Lament
As I promised in the Behind the Words: A Trolley Full of Marx post, here’s a piece from a different century. In 1999, while I was in my second year at the University of Aberdeen, I self-published a pamphlet of poems called Fences We Build. It was mainly poems I had written while a member of the Creative Writing Society and a few from my high school days. A couple had been published elsewhere, but mostly not. I printed about fifty, sold them for a couple of quid and handed them out to a few notables when they came to Aberdeen for guest lectures or for Alan Spence’s Word Festival. I hope each and every one of them immediately binned it.