Author: Elizabeth

Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

Your Own Place

Having a place means that you know what a place means… what it means in a storied sense of myth, character and presence but also in an ecological sense… Integrating native consciousness with mythic consciousness. Gary Snyder I picked this quotation up on Twitter this week and I’ve been trying to track down exactly where…
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February 7, 2020 0

The Very Peculiar (and Wonderful) Burns Supper

I was reading on Saturday night at this event. We had readings from Debbie Baker, Laura Fyfe, Anita Govan, Emma Mooney, Ailie Wallace and myself, (I’ve seen all of them before, and thought I knew what to expect, but all of them exceeded expectations, And I will happily sign Anita Govan’s ‘manifesto’, This is Poetry,…
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January 27, 2020 0


I was at the opening event of Celtic Connections Yesterday, to hear a commissioned piece inspired by the Declaration of Arbroath and played by the Grit Orchestra which seems to include almost every musician in every genre in Scotland. Words by Liz Lochhead were included: ‘A declaration is a clear and open statement about who…
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January 17, 2020 0

The First Blog of the Year

I love this crow, riding a winter gale as we had yesterday. Despite their many interesting folklore references, and their sometimes quirky behaviour, I am not so fond of them as I am of their smaller cousins, the jackdaws, but I don’t have any photos of them. They live on the cliffs of Abbey Craig,…
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January 8, 2020 0

Last Blog of the Decade

I am not going to do a ‘state of the nation’ piece, because the state of the whole world, frankly, is ‘hell mend ye’, and I am so grateful to the millions of people I know who are saying loudly and forcefully, ‘we will not allow this to go on’. You are, literally, holding me…
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December 31, 2019 0

A Lick of Colour

A couple of weeks back, I posted an essay called The Occasional Tang of Salt, in which I described how our house was built as three holiday lets for the Glasgow Boys, who came here, partly to learn from Joseph Denovan who set up a school about a mile away called Craig Mill – where…
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December 10, 2019 0

December in The Territory of Rain

A clear day, hard frost early twilight, geese finding quiet roosts sculptural seed heads of hogweed (not the giant sort – the native, smaller one all the leaves are down now robins singing defiantly. This last week has been a rush, but these are some of the best moments I’ve had lately.

December 6, 2019 0

November News

I have been pretty poor on the writing and photography front, with a combination of being ill, family members being ill (nothing too exciting, just the cold), editing a poetry collection for Red Squirrel Press which will come out in March of next year, but I do have a little nice news. Today my poem…
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November 29, 2019 0

Because the Land Are We – A Review of Balefire by Jim Carruth

Polygon 2019 isbn 978 1 84697 500 4 81 pp. £8.99 If you look up the word ‘balefire’ – once you get past the role-playing games inspired by the Wheel of Time series of fantasy novels – you will find that in Scotland, it is a purification fire. Houses were cleaned in spring and the…
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November 19, 2019 0