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“Sunset drives a butcher blade
In the day’s throat.
We turn through an ebb salt and sticky as blood.”
George Mackay Brown (1954)
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“Who has set his house among the stars?
Who has made his dwellingplace the
dawn, and the western glory
where the sun goes down?”
George Mackay Brown (1992)
#photography #dawn #sunset #shore #seascape #poetry #GeorgeMackayBrown #reflection #gold #fiery #PotD

“Churches in the Celtic west
Cleared of chalice and candlesticks,
Chant and saga
In red blood scrawled…”
George Mackay Brown (1987)
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“In the west the gold whale sank in welters of blood.
We killed that ghost each sunset.
At dawn our hands were red and empty.
Now the Dove faltered out of the blind fist.”
George Mackay Brown (1971)
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20th Century British Poet: George Mackay Brown - Nevermorepoem.com George Mackay Brown stands as a singular figure in the landscape of 20th Century British poetry. Though he was part of the broader tradition of British poets,

George Mackay Brown was a poet of place, faith, and myth. His work stands apart from the dominant voices of 20th Century British poetry, not in opposition but in quiet defiance.
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Monday I found a boot – Rust and salt leather. I gave it back to the sea, to dance in. Tuesday a spar of timber worth thirty bob. Next winter It will be a chair, a coffin, a bed. Wednesday a half can of Swedish spirits. I tilted my head. The shore was cold with mermaids and angels. Thursday I got nothing, seaweed, A whale bone, Wet feet and a loud cough. Friday I held a seaman’s skull, Sand spilling from it The way time is told on kirkyard stones. Saturday a barrel of sodden oranges. A Spanish ship Was wrecked last month at The Kame. Sunday, for fear of the elders, I sit on my bum. What’s heaven? A sea chest with a thousand gold coins.

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Beachcomber by George Mackay Brown

"The frost has set its jewelled net
On every twig and thorn." George Mackay Brown
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Today is #StMagnusDay, celebrating Magnus Erlendsson, the first Earl of #Orkney, who died #OTD in 1117AD.

Laid to rest #OTD in 1996, the #Orkney poet and writer, #GeorgeMackayBrown who died three days earlier.

St. Magnus was a major preoccupation in GMB's life and work.

Died #OTD in 1996: the #Orkney #poet and #writer, #GeorgeMackayBrown (1921 - 1996)

“The imagination is not an escape, but a return to the richness of our true selves; a return to reality.”
― George Mackay Brown

Rest in peace, George. Thank you for all your beautiful words.

Happy #BookWeekScotland!!

I'm currently re-reading this wonderful book. Published twenty years ago, it's still one of my favourite texts on the #Orkney poet and writer #GeorgeMackayBrown.
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My literary hero #GeorgeMackayBrown (1921 - 1996) was an astute observer of the human condition as this quote demonstrates. Timeless and always relevant, somehow it feels particularly poignant in these straitened times of #climatechange, economic and political instability and uncertainty ...
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