If you could frame a book...
This collection of poems of Liz Lochead from 1967 - 1984 is a complete joy. Her eye for detail, ability to capture the universal, or summarise life, love, loss in a palmful of words is unparalleled. A giant star in the Scottish literary cosmos.
“No love is not a Steembeck
a heart is not
an editing machine - we can cut
out nothing ignore everything
except what we want to see.
Ribbon of dreams,
have we put together too much
from scanty footage?”
From In The Cutting Room