Leaving you Lost for Words
March 26, 2009
The week’s Happenings having already been conveyed (lock-in, car chase and Gaelic pigeon etc) we thought we’d leave you Lost for Words instead. Lizzie gets asked for help finding poems on an almost daily basis – these range from the easily trackable to the very obscure.
A fine example of the latter began: ‘It was a poem I read in a magazine at the dentist in 1954…’ Our Lizzie eventually tracked down the elusive poem, an anonymous piece that had apparently been composed upon the wall of Ryvoan Bothy. ‘Fortunately copied before lost’ – it somehow made its way into that magazine in the dentist’s waiting room in 1954, and eventually into an anthology, Poems of the Scottish Hills (Aberdeen University Press, 1982).
But sometimes, some enquiries elude even Lizzie. And that’s where our Lost for Words section comes in. If you’re not familiar with it, this is the page where we post up any requested poems that we haven’t been able to find. The idea being, of course, that a little bell will ring with someone, somewhere, and they’ll get in touch to point us in the right direction. It does happen, and when it does, it’s great – last month we were able to reunite an American pastor with a poem he had been searching for since his time spent studying in Scotland in the 1970s. Only this year it hasn’t been happening enough, so we’d like you all to browse through the Lost for Words postings and see if that little bell rings for you!
Next week In Our Sweet Old Etc, we’ll be chatting to SPL’s Team Education, catching up with our Ryan in Residence, and we’ll start to meet some of the fine faces who frequent the SPL on a regular basis, as well as the usual cakes and whimsies. Till then!