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The Edinburgh Walk

Madame forlader sit skotske slot og ser endnu en by, endnu et sprog, endnu en menneskehed blive til på sin vej.

Wednesday 24 February 2016. From Hawthornden Castle via Lasswade – Edinburgh University – A901 – Craigmillar Castle – Arthur’s Seat – to Edinburgh Castle

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9:50
Off she goes
up the drive
that Second Lady of Hawthornden
butler Hamish has
spread carpets of snowdrops
to light her up from below
by the way:
Goodbye, Mylady
!

10:11
Morning cold her
nose drips a tear
onto the white first page
of her notebook:
.

10:24
A squirrel a deer a
buzzard high up in the air the
blackest-of-black crow
spreading his wings now
sailing out into the sun-
light is melting the snow
undressing the Pentland Hills lying in the distance:
seven naked breasts

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10:57
Down the slope past
Stevenson Place that first little
heap of broken civilisation
now already
a thing of the passed
she
walks along the river asking herself:
what is the name of this river:
Roaring

11:06
If she knew no better
(she knows no better)
she would call this
SPRING
Oh, she did and now it is done this
SPRING
cannot be undone

IMG_1403The Sublime Beauty of Rubbish Bins

11:23
Suddenly on the A701
no squirrel, no hare, no fox now only the deer
of the tarmac named: Tarmac
SGM Distribution, Drysdale, Quayside, Warburton, Maglin &
Fishers

11:31
Oh, all you Scottish soldiers of
business in your dark cars shiny white
shirts mobile phone home of the brave speaking
to the world from the throne of your deep leather
seats-in-speed jackets
thrown aside on the absent passenger’s, tie-
knots still tight-
en you up in their
grip

11:47
A 49 bus (towards Rosewell) passing by
displaying today’s headline on the side
She has been castled out of reach
for weeks now, so
this is the news:
»LONDON HAS FALLEN«!

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12:01
In the roadside green
a pair of boots black
one sunk upon the other
still stands gaping:
who gave up walking
here and why
?  

12:19
Walking into a city is
to sense its multiple attempts to begin: now! no
now! no now! no
now I am
no longer
just on my ways to be-
coming:
Edinburgh

12:41
On this day of light every
largelittle thing is first of all
colour
Edinburgh:
grey houses doors
blue and the sky
too

12:57
A black man in black is
walking the ridge of the Mount Alvernia
white luxury
terraced house’s
roof 

13:04
University of Edinburgh
Monstrouscity of the recent past, anxious
she looks for the department of architecture, but
alas! (and what a relief):
there is none:
No architect was involved in this catastrophe
of sky(s)crap(e) now slowly turning into
University of China

IMG_1420 The Edinburgh University Shadows
(2½ Chinese & 1 White Lady) 

13:42
Glennallan Drive
She thought herself finally arrived in the
City, but now again she’s in just another suburb
oh
Edinburgh, you are but
a heap of broken
villages where the sun
sleeps and the locals give you
shelter and Queen Mary her
relief and the distant sea its
sound of water

 

IMG_1427  The Craigmillar Castle Gesture

14:51
In Craigmillar Park two young Hoovers
have come to rest
stomachs cracked open entrails
hanging out in the pale
winter’s sun

15:03
The Craigmillar houses
cheap concrete packing cases clad
in the bleak colours of the
1970s now all faint to grey

The Craigmillar men
shuffling deep caved in
hoods feet stuck in shoes that lost
their heel counters to the weight
of life’s
cigarette ends here

 

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15:41
On Arthur’s Seat a
black-as-in-black-as-in-moor
boy from France sings
chansons d’amour
Madame smiles, ah,
vous comprenez, Madame?
ask his two white-as-white-as-in-eggshell
friends, mais oui! says Madame
Vous êtes une française?
Non, hélas, sighs Madame, je suis une
grande danoise

16:17
On her way down from Arthur’s Seat snow falls
not in flakes but in grains rolling cold
shivers into her violent violet
sleeves

 

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 The Athur’s Seat Reflection

16:44
Out through the windows of Kilimanjaro
Coffee in Nicolson Street
a big and beautiful black
bearded bartender serves Madame a
smile of such delight that she
smells its gentle roast
through the huge glass pane
oh, my young lord!

17:06
After weeks of retreat into the silence of
dead trees, steep gorges, deep roaring streams and
owls in the night, cold stone walls, caves and the smell
of dead poets’
books at Hawthornden Castle
(where language grows and grows)
she is once of a too sudden in the heart
of the capital dumbstruck
in the crowd that flows over North Bridge and
down Princes Street
she
never thought that life had done so many
kinds of being
human

IMG_1456The Castlehill Door Shadow

17:47
At the end of the day
As dusk rose like dust from the streets
Madame walked up past Johnston Terrace
to finally see that Edinburgh Castle
And she saw the Castle
but the castle not her
And thus she turned her violent violet
back to that Castle
and went downhill again
to be finally seen
by her kin(d)

THE END

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