Postcards 2026
July 2026
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Such an Air (II)
THE SEA AIR, the sea spray, the unbearable cabin, the long hill of the island growing ever closer, rearranging levels, changing shape, becoming itself. Its upper slopes sooty-black like the colour in Nolde, in the book Janet gave him that Christmas. And the other landmarks that appeared now as
Such an Air (I)
“As soon as I could, I went to Orkney, where I started to write poetry.” Ian Hamilton Finlay, c.1965 HE HAD DREAMED and spoken about it for months, for years. But at last, one evening in early March 1959, the 33-year-old writer and playwright Ian H. Finlay
Rousay Mending: A Footnote Bibliography and Endnotes
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Orkney Interior: Homage to Ian Hamilton Finlay
In connection with something I'm writing about his relationship with Orkney, I've been thinking lately about IHF's 1960 collection The Dancers Inherit the Party. The title of one poem in particular, "Orkney Interior", struck me as being quite painterly in its implication—