More quotes by Robert Crawford
Thinking of Helensburgh, J. G. Frazer
Revises flayings and human sacrifice;
Abo of the Celtic Twilight, St Andrew Lang
Posts him a ten-page note on totemism
And a coloured fairy book.
Among circuitboard crowsteps
To be miniaturised is not small-minded.
To love you needs more details than the Book of Kells —
Your harbours, your photography, your democratic intellect
Still boundless, chip of a nation.
Semiconductor country, land crammed with intimate expanses,
Your cities are superlattices, heterojunctive
Graphed from the air, your cropmarked farmlands
Are epitaxies of tweed.
Throw all your stagey chandeliers in wheel-barrows and move them north
To celebrate my mother's sewing-machine
And her beneath an eighty-watt bulb, pedalling
Iambs on an antique metal footplate.
Ghetto-makars, tae the knackirs'
Wi aw yir schemes, yir smug dour dreams
O yir ain feet. Yi're beat
By yon new Scoatlan loupin tae yir street...
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