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The Words… no by breid alane but by ilka wurd … There's this need to make utterance be
heard, even understood Did you believe I wished only
to believe and if your words those we
have from our forefathers with these, the given words we
find on our tongues First published in Chapman, No. 106. Reprinted by permission of the Estate of Gael Turnbull. Here the gap down the page creates both a pulse and a kind of questioning, hesitant tone so typical of Gael Turnbull’s modest, generous aesthetic. In the last years of his life he was writing work that matched or exceeded his lifetime best. Gael Turnbull (1928-2004) was born in Edinburgh, where he lived after spending most of his working life as a doctor in England, Canada and the United States. His poetry is characterized by an unusually wide range of technical resource and invention, extending to his recent kinetic poems (seen on the streets of Edinburgh during the Festival). He published numerous books and pamphlets of poems, most recently Transmutations (Shoestring Press, 1997), A Rattle of Scree (Akros, 1997) and Might a shape of words (Mariscat, 2000). There are words: Collected Poems will be published by Shearsman Books in 2006. › Chapman |
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