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The New Orkney Language Literature

Harry Josephine Giles looks at

“the minoritisation of the language, perpetuated not just through literary snobbery but also through an education system that beat out Orcadian with physical force”

& a literary rebirth

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https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2019/07/the-new-orkney-language-literature/

#Scottish #literature #Orkney #Orcadian #Scots #Scotslanguage #minoritylanguage

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The New Orkney Language Literature - The Bottle Imp

“Orkney Library and Archive, Kirkwall” by summonedbyfells is licensed under CC BY 2.0 For a small place, Orkney has produced an extraordinary literature. Simon W. Hall’s 2010 study, The History of Orkney Literature, which won the Saltire Society First Book Award that year, drew a magisterial line from the sagas through modernism to the contemporary […]
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago

Persistence of Vision: Blue Black Permanent

“For Tait, making the bigger picture… didn’t mean compromising the poetry. For her, cinema itself was essentially a poetic medium”

– Sarah Neely on the enduring legacy of Margaret Tait’s life & work

5/8

https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2019/07/persistence-of-vision-blue-black-permanent-and-the-enduring-legacy-of-margaret-taits-life-and-work/

#Scottish #literature #Orkney #Orcadian #filmmaking #cinema #20thcentury

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Persistence of Vision: 'Blue Black Permanent' and the enduring legacy of Margaret Tait’s life and work - The Bottle Imp

This year marks the centenary of the Orcadian filmmaker and poet, Margaret Tait, who was born on Armistice Day, November the 11th, 1918.  During her lifetime, Tait produced over thirty short films, self-published three volumes of poetry, two collections of short stories, and became Scotland’s first female feature filmmaker with the release of Blue Black […]
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago

The New Orkney Language Literature

Harry Josephine Giles looks at

“the minoritisation of the language, perpetuated not just through literary snobbery but also through an education system that beat out Orcadian with physical force”

& a literary rebirth

6/8

https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2019/07/the-new-orkney-language-literature/

#Scottish #literature #Orkney #Orcadian #Scots #Scotslanguage #minoritylanguage

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The New Orkney Language Literature - The Bottle Imp

“Orkney Library and Archive, Kirkwall” by summonedbyfells is licensed under CC BY 2.0 For a small place, Orkney has produced an extraordinary literature. Simon W. Hall’s 2010 study, The History of Orkney Literature, which won the Saltire Society First Book Award that year, drew a magisterial line from the sagas through modernism to the contemporary […]
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago

Norse Past, Victorian Present

“Orkneyinga Saga… is at once a historical chronicle and a literary fantasy… Rich in paradox, invention and embellishment”

– Simon Hall addresses Orcadian readings of the 12th/13th-century Orkneyinga Saga

4/8

https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2019/07/norse-past-victorian-present-orcadian-readings-of-orkneyinga-saga/

#Scottish #literature #Orkney #medieval #saga #Viking #Norse

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Norse Past, Victorian Present: Orcadian readings of 'Orkneyinga Saga' - The Bottle Imp

I am privileged to work in a school in the village of Pierowall on the Orkney island of Westray, and my Monday morning commute is pretty spectacular. At Kirkwall airport, I board the little eight-seater Britten-Norman ‘Islander’ aircraft, and within a few moments we are in the air. Climbing westward from Grimsetter, the Islander veers […]
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago

Persistence of Vision: Blue Black Permanent

“For Tait, making the bigger picture… didn’t mean compromising the poetry. For her, cinema itself was essentially a poetic medium”

– Sarah Neely on the enduring legacy of Margaret Tait’s life & work

5/8

https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2019/07/persistence-of-vision-blue-black-permanent-and-the-enduring-legacy-of-margaret-taits-life-and-work/

#Scottish #literature #Orkney #Orcadian #filmmaking #cinema #20thcentury

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Persistence of Vision: 'Blue Black Permanent' and the enduring legacy of Margaret Tait’s life and work - The Bottle Imp

This year marks the centenary of the Orcadian filmmaker and poet, Margaret Tait, who was born on Armistice Day, November the 11th, 1918.  During her lifetime, Tait produced over thirty short films, self-published three volumes of poetry, two collections of short stories, and became Scotland’s first female feature filmmaker with the release of Blue Black […]
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago

Auld rock meets Nordic Noir

“the idea of the ‘Nordic’ is constructed through the naming of the landscape rather than geography itself”

– Hanne Tange & Gunhild Agger turn a Danish gaze on Shetlandic Scandinavian-ness

3/8

https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2019/07/auld-rock-meets-nordic-noir-a-danish-gaze-on-shetlandic-scandinavian-ness/

#Scottish #literature #Shetland #Shetlandic #Norse

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Auld Rock meets Nordic Noir: A Danish Gaze on Shetlandic Scandinavian-ness - The Bottle Imp

The Scandinavian traveller arriving through Sumburgh is greeted in a homely way. On the road taking drivers out of the airport area stands a multilingual sign, which welcomes voyagers in the four languages of English, Norwegian, German and French. To the Scandinavian the sign is an oddity, signalling at once historical connectivity and geographical distance. […]
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago

Norse Past, Victorian Present

“Orkneyinga Saga… is at once a historical chronicle and a literary fantasy… Rich in paradox, invention and embellishment”

– Simon Hall addresses Orcadian readings of the 12th/13th-century Orkneyinga Saga

4/8

https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2019/07/norse-past-victorian-present-orcadian-readings-of-orkneyinga-saga/

#Scottish #literature #Orkney #medieval #saga #Viking #Norse

The Bottle Imp

Norse Past, Victorian Present: Orcadian readings of 'Orkneyinga Saga' - The Bottle Imp

I am privileged to work in a school in the village of Pierowall on the Orkney island of Westray, and my Monday morning commute is pretty spectacular. At Kirkwall airport, I board the little eight-seater Britten-Norman ‘Islander’ aircraft, and within a few moments we are in the air. Climbing westward from Grimsetter, the Islander veers […]
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago

When Christian I of Norway failed to pay a dowry for his daughter Margaret, queen to James III, #Orkney & #Shetland were annexed by the Scottish crown #OTD, 20 Feb, 1472

NORTHERN-NESS looks at literature from the northern isles, from the sagas to the far future

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https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2019/07/northern-ness/

#Scottish #literature #Orkney #Shetland #Orcadian #Shetlandic #Norse

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Northern-ness - The Bottle Imp

In 2017, we published our first issue on Scottish island writing, looking at works from, and set in, Scotland’s Western isles. A monstrous whale of a task, and we barely got our camp-fire going on its back before it sounded, and left us bobbing in the green Atlantic swell. But where would we be if […]
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@ancientorigins@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 4 days ago

🚀 EXPLOSIVE DISCOVERY: Is the 10,000-Year-Old Yonaguni Monument a Man-Made Marvel or Nature's Art?
📈 Trending with 100K+ readers! You won't believe what they found! 😱
https://www.ancient-origins.net/ancient-places-oceania/yonaguni-monument-00817
#AncientOrigins #History #Archaeology #HumanOrigins #Evolution #Ancient #Educational #Past

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Is the 10,000-Year-Old Yonaguni Monument a Man-Made Marvel or Nature's Art? | Ancient Origins

The Yonaguni monument has ignited ongoing debates: Is it a 10,000-year-old creation of human hands or a testament to the forces of nature?
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@spacemagick@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 4 days ago

@ancientorigins
Spoiler: It's completely NATURAL.
Sandstone just does that all on its own.
If you still have any weird-woowoo-von-Däniken-esque doubts about this then visit Orkney where you'll see this stuff ALL OVER PLACE, much of it no longer underwater so you can actually look at it up close and touch it.
It's just what rocks do.
#geology #woowoo #Japan #Orkney #science #archaeology #NotArchaeology
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 5 days ago

Remember, man, that thou art dust.

The earl kneels, the ash of the end is written on his brow.

A captain of ships kneels, to be put in mind of a death in a far port, or at home, or on a rock of the sea.

And the boy that holds cinders for the priest,
His forehead is smeared,
Who wears a coat of fourteen Aprils…

—George Mackay Brown, “Ash Wednesday”
Published in TRAVELLERS (John Murray, 2013)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #religion #GeorgeMackayBrown #Orkney #AshWednesday

George Mackay Brown
Ash Wednesday

Remember, man, that thou art dust.

The earl kneels, the ash of the end is written on his brow.

A captain of ships kneels, to be put in mind of a death in a far port, or at home, or on a rock of the sea.

And the boy that holds cinders for the priest,
His forehead is smeared,
Who wears a coat of fourteen Aprils.

The lady of Paplay
Thinks, most mornings, she will live forever; kneeling now
Is touched with the grave-stoor.

The ploughman folds sun-grained hands,
He tilts his face
To the dust drained of warmth and light.

Fisherman, the spindrift
Will wash the ashes from you tomorrow.
Still you remember, between two waves,
St Peter and the fire of his denials.

And the old bishop, “I know this,
One God-ground deed or thought
Endures, when the circle of diamond-and-gold on my finger is dust.”
In the kirk of Magnus
Stood a multitude of islanders, death-farers, that day,
Hungry, after, for panis angelicus.

And unto dust thou shalt return.
George Mackay Brown Ash Wednesday Remember, man, that thou art dust. The earl kneels, the ash of the end is written on his brow. A captain of ships kneels, to be put in mind of a death in a far port, or at home, or on a rock of the sea. And the boy that holds cinders for the priest, His forehead is smeared, Who wears a coat of fourteen Aprils. The lady of Paplay Thinks, most mornings, she will live forever; kneeling now Is touched with the grave-stoor. The ploughman folds sun-grained hands, He tilts his face To the dust drained of warmth and light. Fisherman, the spindrift Will wash the ashes from you tomorrow. Still you remember, between two waves, St Peter and the fire of his denials. And the old bishop, “I know this, One God-ground deed or thought Endures, when the circle of diamond-and-gold on my finger is dust.” In the kirk of Magnus Stood a multitude of islanders, death-farers, that day, Hungry, after, for panis angelicus. And unto dust thou shalt return.
George Mackay Brown Ash Wednesday Remember, man, that thou art dust. The earl kneels, the ash of the end is written on his brow. A captain of ships kneels, to be put in mind of a death in a far port, or at home, or on a rock of the sea. And the boy that holds cinders for the priest, His forehead is smeared, Who wears a coat of fourteen Aprils. The lady of Paplay Thinks, most mornings, she will live forever; kneeling now Is touched with the grave-stoor. The ploughman folds sun-grained hands, He tilts his face To the dust drained of warmth and light. Fisherman, the spindrift Will wash the ashes from you tomorrow. Still you remember, between two waves, St Peter and the fire of his denials. And the old bishop, “I know this, One God-ground deed or thought Endures, when the circle of diamond-and-gold on my finger is dust.” In the kirk of Magnus Stood a multitude of islanders, death-farers, that day, Hungry, after, for panis angelicus. And unto dust thou shalt return.
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 5 days ago

Remember, man, that thou art dust.

The earl kneels, the ash of the end is written on his brow.

A captain of ships kneels, to be put in mind of a death in a far port, or at home, or on a rock of the sea.

And the boy that holds cinders for the priest,
His forehead is smeared,
Who wears a coat of fourteen Aprils…

—George Mackay Brown, “Ash Wednesday”
Published in TRAVELLERS (John Murray, 2013)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #religion #GeorgeMackayBrown #Orkney #AshWednesday

George Mackay Brown
Ash Wednesday

Remember, man, that thou art dust.

The earl kneels, the ash of the end is written on his brow.

A captain of ships kneels, to be put in mind of a death in a far port, or at home, or on a rock of the sea.

And the boy that holds cinders for the priest,
His forehead is smeared,
Who wears a coat of fourteen Aprils.

The lady of Paplay
Thinks, most mornings, she will live forever; kneeling now
Is touched with the grave-stoor.

The ploughman folds sun-grained hands,
He tilts his face
To the dust drained of warmth and light.

Fisherman, the spindrift
Will wash the ashes from you tomorrow.
Still you remember, between two waves,
St Peter and the fire of his denials.

And the old bishop, “I know this,
One God-ground deed or thought
Endures, when the circle of diamond-and-gold on my finger is dust.”
In the kirk of Magnus
Stood a multitude of islanders, death-farers, that day,
Hungry, after, for panis angelicus.

And unto dust thou shalt return.
George Mackay Brown Ash Wednesday Remember, man, that thou art dust. The earl kneels, the ash of the end is written on his brow. A captain of ships kneels, to be put in mind of a death in a far port, or at home, or on a rock of the sea. And the boy that holds cinders for the priest, His forehead is smeared, Who wears a coat of fourteen Aprils. The lady of Paplay Thinks, most mornings, she will live forever; kneeling now Is touched with the grave-stoor. The ploughman folds sun-grained hands, He tilts his face To the dust drained of warmth and light. Fisherman, the spindrift Will wash the ashes from you tomorrow. Still you remember, between two waves, St Peter and the fire of his denials. And the old bishop, “I know this, One God-ground deed or thought Endures, when the circle of diamond-and-gold on my finger is dust.” In the kirk of Magnus Stood a multitude of islanders, death-farers, that day, Hungry, after, for panis angelicus. And unto dust thou shalt return.
George Mackay Brown Ash Wednesday Remember, man, that thou art dust. The earl kneels, the ash of the end is written on his brow. A captain of ships kneels, to be put in mind of a death in a far port, or at home, or on a rock of the sea. And the boy that holds cinders for the priest, His forehead is smeared, Who wears a coat of fourteen Aprils. The lady of Paplay Thinks, most mornings, she will live forever; kneeling now Is touched with the grave-stoor. The ploughman folds sun-grained hands, He tilts his face To the dust drained of warmth and light. Fisherman, the spindrift Will wash the ashes from you tomorrow. Still you remember, between two waves, St Peter and the fire of his denials. And the old bishop, “I know this, One God-ground deed or thought Endures, when the circle of diamond-and-gold on my finger is dust.” In the kirk of Magnus Stood a multitude of islanders, death-farers, that day, Hungry, after, for panis angelicus. And unto dust thou shalt return.
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