Today I have invited David Bleiman to drop in to reflect upon a poem from his unique collection,This Kilt of Many Colours, (Dempsey and Windle, 2021).
Have you noticed how, long after a people have been cleared by war, migration and the wash of history, the name of their place persists? Why do we, hundreds of years later, still call the place by the name which was given by the people we have replaced?
My poem Place markers looks at examples from different countries. The USA is full of places which retain their native American names, or some distorted version thereof. I take Manhattan and Chicago as prominent examples. Nearer my Scottish home, the mysterious Picts, who left no writing and little language, hang on in carved stones and the names of places.
Like many of the poems in this collection, I come back to my own…
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