Aide Memoire
#1
Bring to me a torn white heather, that I may recall the brae.
Lay in my hand a Black Grouse feather, better to relive the day.
Pour for me a glowing whisky, constant comfort through the years.
Take me where they smoke-cure salmon, excuse for sudden welling tears.
Then play for me the pipes 'till gloaming, fill the spaces left to fill
and I will carry this land in me...today, tomorrow, always, still.
tectak
Glen Moriston
2014
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#2
(04-01-2014, 07:46 AM)tectak Wrote:  Bring to me a torn white heather, that I may recall the brae.
Lay in my hand a Black Grouse feather, better to relive the day.
Pour for me a glowing whisky, constant comfort through the years.
Take me where they smoke-cure salmon, excuse for sudden welling tears.
Then play for me the pipes 'till gloaming, fill the spaces left to fill
and I will carry this land in me...today, tomorrow, always, still.
tectak
Glen Moriston
2014

This makes me wish I felt this passionate about a place such as this, very much enjoyed he splendid internal and subtle end rhymes. Best Keith

If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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#3
On the water you old dodder,
getting wet your underpants,
to praise the Scottish fare & clime,
you shame yourself by "Aide" of France!

Outside of using a French phrase as a title to remember and praise Scotland,
I find no fault in this poem.


Dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#4
(04-01-2014, 08:03 AM)Erthona Wrote:  On the water you old dodder,
getting wet your underpants,
to praise the Scottish fare & clime,
you shame yourself by "Aide" of France!

Outside of using a French phrase as a title to remember and praise Scotland,
I find no fault in this poem.


Dale

Ah, history Dale, history. The auld alliance, Scotland and France.Too subtle? Or had you just forgotten?HystericalHystericalHysterical

(04-01-2014, 07:56 AM)Keith Wrote:  
(04-01-2014, 07:46 AM)tectak Wrote:  Bring to me a torn white heather, that I may recall the brae.
Lay in my hand a Black Grouse feather, better to relive the day.
Pour for me a glowing whisky, constant comfort through the years.
Take me where they smoke-cure salmon, excuse for sudden welling tears.
Then play for me the pipes 'till gloaming, fill the spaces left to fill
and I will carry this land in me...today, tomorrow, always, still.
tectak
Glen Moriston
2014

This makes me wish I felt this passionate about a place such as this, very much enjoyed he splendid internal and subtle end rhymes. Best Keith
Thanks for this Keith. I always wax dour here....but I do love the country.
Best,
tectak
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#5
the scots sided with anyone who'd side with them back in the day, why should the french be any different Big Grin

me thinks this would make a bonny song
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#6
"Ah, history Dale, history. The auld alliance, Scotland and France.Too subtle? Or had you just forgottenn"

Oh yes, you mean the pact between the Scots and France, to fight the descendants of the Norman French who had conquered England in 1066, and to show how thoroughly the French had conquered the land, 60% of the English language was French, or French derived words in less than a couple of centuries (circa 1154 CE). Thus giving rise to the term, Middle English! Not that it would be in the least fair to expect someone from Texas to be aware of something so obscure as an Alliance between the always fighting about something Scottish and some Frenchman, against some other Frenchmen.

Let's go back further, what did the Picts use as ink to tattoo their bodies? Would you be knowing that?

Dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#7
(04-01-2014, 07:46 AM)tectak Wrote:  Bring to me a torn white heather, that I may recall the brae.
Lay in my hand a Black Grouse feather, better to relive the day.
Pour for me a glowing whisky, constant comfort through the years.
Take me where they smoke-cure salmon, excuse for sudden welling tears.
Then play for me the pipes 'till gloaming, fill the spaces left to fill
and I will carry this land in me...today, tomorrow, always, still.
tectak
Glen Moriston
2014
I'll be back in Scotland in June -- it's the place I find most difficult to write about without waxing so lyrical as to sound cliched, because I always think that everything that can be written about the place already has been. This warms me, and for that I am grateful. Slainte.
It could be worse
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#8
(04-01-2014, 05:04 PM)Erthona Wrote:  "Ah, history Dale, history. The auld alliance, Scotland and France.Too subtle? Or had you just forgottenn"

Oh yes, you mean the pact between the Scots and France, to fight the descendants of the Norman French who had conquered England in 1066, and to show how thoroughly the French had conquered the land, 60% of the English language was French, or French derived words in less than a couple of centuries (circa 1154 CE). Thus giving rise to the term, Middle English! Not that it would be in the least fair to expect someone from Texas to be aware of something so obscure as an Alliance between the always fighting about something Scottish and some Frenchman, against some other Frenchmen.

Let's go back further, what did the Picts use as ink to tattoo their bodies? Would you be knowing that?

Dale
You are probably mistakenly thinking of woad, though no evidence exists. I contributed to a research paper on natural dyes years ago...woad is caustic but the black "ink" from deliquescent Coprinus comatus is better bet.
Best,
tectak
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#9
(04-01-2014, 04:17 PM)billy Wrote:  the scots sided with anyone who'd side with them back in the day, why should the french be any different Big Grin

me thinks this would make a bonny song

Then I can expect an audio file from you soon?
Best,
Tam
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#10
the singing muse is not with me i'm afraid, i could never do it justice Big Grin
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#11
(04-01-2014, 05:14 PM)Leanne Wrote:  
(04-01-2014, 07:46 AM)tectak Wrote:  Bring to me a torn white heather, that I may recall the brae.
Lay in my hand a Black Grouse feather, better to relive the day.
Pour for me a glowing whisky, constant comfort through the years.
Take me where they smoke-cure salmon, excuse for sudden welling tears.
Then play for me the pipes 'till gloaming, fill the spaces left to fill
and I will carry this land in me...today, tomorrow, always, still.
tectak
Glen Moriston
2014

I'll be back in Scotland in June -- it's the place I find most difficult to write about without waxing so lyrical as to sound cliched, because I always think that everything that can be written about the place already has been. This warms me, and for that I am grateful. Slainte.

Tapadh Leanne,
I am over myself now! Where go you in Sotland? We are back in Torridon...the muse is called Morag. You will meet her in a bottle.
Best and slainte to you too.
Tam
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#12
We'll be staying with my in-laws in Livingston and then off to Dundee for a bit, with no doubt a few trips into dear auld Glesga for some shopping and we'll have to do a quick trip up to Loch Ness because last time we were there it was raining, so of course Nessie wouldn't come out for the kids to get a look.
It could be worse
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#13
(04-01-2014, 07:56 AM)Keith Wrote:  
(04-01-2014, 07:46 AM)tectak Wrote:  Bring to me a torn white heather, that I may recall the brae.
Lay in my hand a Black Grouse feather, better to relive the day.
Pour for me a glowing whisky, constant comfort through the years.
Take me where they smoke-cure salmon, excuse for sudden welling tears.
Then play for me the pipes 'till gloaming, fill the spaces left to fill
and I will carry this land in me...today, tomorrow, always, still.
tectak
Glen Moriston
2014

This makes me wish I felt this passionate about a place such as this, very much enjoyed he splendid internal and subtle end rhymes. Best Keith

THIS IS FUCKING GLORIOUS
plutocratic polyphonous pandering 
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#14
(04-01-2014, 08:03 AM)Erthona Wrote:  On the water you old dodder,
getting wet your underpants,
to praise the Scottish fare & clime,
you shame yourself by "Aide" of France!

Outside of using a French phrase as a title to remember and praise Scotland,
I find no fault in this poem.


Dale

An eiger and a stein
a bulwark and a gatekeep
a lost rhyme for the lassies
stolen memories of the glen and fair
plutocratic polyphonous pandering 
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#15
(04-13-2018, 07:50 AM)Thunderembargo Wrote:  
(04-01-2014, 07:56 AM)Keith Wrote:  
(04-01-2014, 07:46 AM)tectak Wrote:  Bring to me a torn white heather, that I may recall the brae.
Lay in my hand a Black Grouse feather, better to relive the day.
Pour for me a glowing whisky, constant comfort through the years.
Take me where they smoke-cure salmon, excuse for sudden welling tears.
Then play for me the pipes 'till gloaming, fill the spaces left to fill
and I will carry this land in me...today, tomorrow, always, still.
tectak
Glen Moriston
2014

This makes me wish I felt this passionate about a place such as this, very much enjoyed he splendid internal and subtle end rhymes. Best Keith

THIS IS FUCKING GLORIOUS
Thank you thunder. A truly uncritical critique but well receivedSmile Just got  back from  this year's pilgimage....more in the fun forum. The serious stuff is still formenting.
Best,
tectak
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#16
As an American, outside looking in, I've always admired the reverence for native land people from all parts of your isles
exhibit - something, at present, we could use a lot more of over here.

The music in this piece recommends it to song, the inner rhymes lighten the load for proud shoulders - enjoyed this very much - RC
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#17
(04-24-2018, 10:39 AM)RC James Wrote:  As an American, outside looking in, I've always admired the reverence for native land people from all parts of your isles
exhibit - something, at present, we could use a lot more of over here.

The music in this piece recommends it to song, the inner rhymes lighten the load for proud shoulders - enjoyed this very much - RC

Thank you RC. This is an old piece resurfaced by I know not who. Sorry for my tardy thanks but I have had an old school friend staying here...he has lived in Texas for 30+ years and is fully Americanised...yet strangely spent all his waking moments with us in a state of meditation (his words) and contemplation of the earth, wind and sky of the North Yorkshire Moors....so you must be right. 
Best,
tectak
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#18
(04-01-2014, 07:46 AM)tectak Wrote:  Bring to me a torn white heather, that I may recall the brae.
Lay in my hand a Black Grouse feather, better to relive the day.
Pour for me a glowing whisky, constant comfort through the years.
Take me where they smoke-cure salmon, excuse for sudden welling tears.
Then play for me the pipes 'till gloaming, fill the spaces left to fill
and I will carry this land in me...today, tomorrow, always, still.
tectak
Glen Moriston
2014

Glen Moriston is the name of a rare Scotch Whiskey? Or is that the name of the poet, the heuristic patrynomic.   Or perhaps a gentle coincidence; the name of both poet and vintner.   I don't mind taking a stab, especially if the whiskey is glowing.

plutocratic polyphonous pandering 
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