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The Holms of Ire
I'm nearing the end of the Granta course on Nature Writing and I've given myself the challenge of writing a sequence of poems that connect to the Holms of Ire, the two tidal islands north of Burness on Sanday. Coincidentally, there's some problem with
Why write into the void?
After letters to politicians, porridge, I write poems. Send the exile cat photos and stories of sheep. We exchange gifs and then we toll the dead. Entire movements murdered and monsters martyred. I can feel the privilege of being able to look away To sleep and even wake without annihilation.
Getting Organised
I've mentioned before that one of the greatest challenges I face with this book is that I'm approaching it without a background in history, so I'm having to figure out how to make sense of the vast array of documents in the archive rooms
Barbara Fea in her own words
I've had a pretty full-on week! From Monday until Wednesday, I was on a course that taught folk from Orkney's museums and heritage groups about how to manage, protect and care for the objects in their collection and then I spent Thursday in the archive, greedily