The Solitary Walker

Norman MacCaig had a friend in Inverkirkaig (where he spent his summers for many years) called Angus MacLeod. When his friend died, he wrot...

Who owns this landscape?-/The millionaire who bought it or/the poacher staggering downhill in the early morning/with a deer on his back?/Wh...

I'll end my brief meditations on MacCaig with this - one of his less well known poems, and one I absolutely love. Elemental you As...

...how ordinary/extraordinary things are or/how extraordinary ordinary/things are, like the nature of the mind/and the process of observing....

They sprint eight feet and - stop. Like that. They sprintayard (like that) and stop. They have no acceleration and no brakes. Top speed'...

Every step is a moonlanding, my feet sink in unpredictables and astonishments... NORMAN MACCAIG Yes, the Scottish poet Norman MacCaig wro...