Western Windows

I'm still endlessly fascinated by scrunched-up reflections and tenement windows (and in this case, church ones) seem to scrunch particularly well.  

Gold Leaf

Re-inflation

After a long period of deflation the Inflatable Platypus has found a new home in the Boyd Orr...

Gutter 08 Launch

I had an unusually glamorous and exciting evening on Monday, when I was given the chance to read some poems at the Gutter 08 magazine launch at Aye Write. Also reading were Zoe Venditozzi, with an intriguing and unsettling story about a lost imaginary dog and John Jennett, with a haunting tale of gannets (or gugas) and their human neighbours. The session was chaired by Rob Newman (previously of the Mary Whitehouse Experience) who entertained us with tales of creepy landlords, the maze-knowledge consumption of nematodes and the hippocampi of London cab drivers.

Under a Stained Glass Sky

Kelvingrove

I was at Kelvingrove museum on Saturday morning with a batch of Clydebuilt poets to prepare for a masterclass with Cole Swensen at the Writing Into Art conference that we've all been invited to take part in. After the workshop with David Kinloch (during which I decided that Mlle de Foudras did not like Corot) we got to look around a bit and I finally managed to take the obligatory photo of the floating heads. 

Plus a Harpy downstairs, who seemed quite sad.

And the giant Irish Elk which I had spotted when I was at a Tallis Scholars concert in the museum last year and been quite fascinated by (it was not singing).  Although I wouldn't want to meet one on a dark night even if it wasn't in skeletal form.

Isn't it an impressive beast?  According to the (rather simplified, presumably for children) description beside it, it lived in Scotland during the Ice Age.  

Downstairs there was an eye on the wall - possibly transplanted from the Art School, the wall of which it had first appeared on...

Skyfall