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Alec Finlay: 07/23/14

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160; ALEC FINLAY. On (and off) mountains. Selections from a new collection of pensee on mountains, walking and viewing, a-ga,. Illustrated with photographs of word-mntn. Sanskrit, ‘mountain,. That which does not go’. The mountain is vulnerable :. We may blot it out. We take to the mountain. For a change of air, meaning,. A change of breath. Resting on the summit. Is higher than the mountain. The deer’s place: wilderness. Hills are for daydreamers;. He was a man of only one thought :. A better tale to tell.

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Alec Finlay: Wittgenstein in the Cabrach

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160; ALEC FINLAY. Wittgenstein in the Cabrach. Wittgenstein bestrides the summit of Beinn a’ Chaoruinn. Eine ‘Naturgeschichte der Farben’, und wieweit ist sie analog einer N a. 8220;Is there such a thing as ‘a natural history of colours’, and to what extent is it analogous to a natural history of plants? 8220;A bheil leithid a rud ann ri ‘eachdraidh nàdarra dhathan’, agus gu dè an ìre a tha samhla aige sin ri eachdraidh nàdarra lusan? Wittgenstein scowls at the. Der Farben mü ss. En zeitliche Sätze sein .

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Alec Finlay: ‘poetry is still beautiful’

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160; ALEC FINLAY. 8216;poetry is still beautiful’. This essay was first published in a booklet, to accompany five poem-objects. An exhibition at Ingleby Gallery Edinburgh in 2012. I) father is the war of all things. Although their sources are unrelated, placed together these five poem-objects draw themselves into intimacy. The first text, 'father is the war of. A few years later I encountered an equivalent, walking up the track in. The pitch dark when the torch batteries failed, as they always seemed.

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Alec Finlay: a better tale to tell

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160; ALEC FINLAY. A better tale to tell. A poem is ‘a form to hold the language of another’ (Brian Teare). In this new work the poem itself contains nothing but the language of others. A better tale to tale. Is composed entirely from submissions to the Smith Commission. A better tale to tell. For the project. Extracts from my – or better, your. 8211; poem will be read at the opening and on each day. The Empire’s Death March. Of course, I have included all shades of opinion: consciously interweaving the a...

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Alec Finlay: 08/11/14

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160; ALEC FINLAY. Is a book-length poem, exhibition installation, and audio poem. The book is available now (. 163;750), and can be ordered by emailing info@alecfinlay.com. The installation is included in Counterpoint, as part of Generation. At Talbot Rice Gallery (01 August–18 October, 2014). The audio poem, with sound design by Chris Watson. Is available from iTunes as a free download. Global Oracle: a work of prophetic science. Commissioned by University of Warwick Art Collection. The gallery installa...

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Alec Finlay: 06/05/14

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160; ALEC FINLAY. There were our own / there were the others. A project commissioned by the National Trust. 2014 marks the centenary of the outbreak of the First World War. The British combatants who served in this conflict have all now passed on. Acts of remembrance continue, beyond the guiding influence of their immediate witnesses. How shall we fittingly mark this significant anniversary, given that we still live in an era dominated by warfare? How can our culture reconsider the act of memorial itself?

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gathering: Bovaglie, Glen Girnock

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Bovaglie, Glen Girnock. This is an abandoned house in Glen Girnock, but it still has a name: Bovaglie, once a ferm-toun of sixteen long houses scattered around three wells. I took this picture back in June 2008. It may have been my first visit, I don’t recall. I’m not sure if this was the first digital photograph I made here, but I would return to Bovaglie another six times. What do I want to achieve? Do I want people to see my images of these abandoned houses and be angry, puzzled, sad, or all three?

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gathering: Leave behind…

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But named for what? Cruaidh-Leac, Loinn-na-Biorag, and Cladhan are from Richard Perry’s memoir of Glen Feshie. Allt Ghealain rises on The Maim and flows into the Dhé, east of Crathie. Allt an Beal rises on Càrn Damhaireach, the rut cairn,. And flows into Allt Cristie Beag; Alexander says that broom related names appear so frequently because it was important for thatch and fodder. Am Beitheachann, which Watson gives as the little birch place. Canup is from the Gaelic, A’ Chairbh, the bent ridge. Cruinneac...

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gathering: A Fool's Mind

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A fool’s mind. Shine every last leaf. On the birches of. Pluck you a flake. Plait you the tale. Of a crepuscular tiger. Look away if you. Get a rise out. Of Clach a’ Bhodaich. By Allt nan Cuigeal. Find where hazel grow. But mending a fool’s. Composed after Andrew Schelling’s translation of a poem by the 14. Century Kashmiri poet Lal Ded. Tom Chluaran, the hillock of the thistles. On the lower slopes of Sròn Dubh, the black snout. Coire nan Craobh-bheithe, the corrie of the birches. Allt nan Cuigeal is the.

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gathering: Contouring

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The New Walking, as I call it, is one of the themes I will be exploring in Gathering. New it isn’t: Nan Shepherd was proposing proprioceptive – awareness of the body in space, its parts, and their relation to a location – ways of perceiving the landscape in The Living Mountain. Written in the 1940’s. Shepherd sees the mountainscape prone, lying down, or topsy-turvy, looking out between the V-frame of her legs – a point-of-view taken up by Alice Ladenburg in her handstands project. This post is a collabor...