Kirk Elder is Life President of The Peebles Showboaters Amateur Dramatic Society. For many years a columnist on The Scotsman newspaper, he is currently "in recovery" from the experience. He enjoys parma violets, cloudless winter nights, and the films of Mr Burt Lancaster. He is currently writing his autobiography, "And Not For the Better".
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
"The Earth meets the sky over the hill. I was told by a sparrow with a lump on its head." Mr Ivor Cutler, RIP
It was with with some sadness that I read this morning of the death of that famous chronicler of a Scotch childhood, Mr Ivor Cutler. Mr Cutler was an obscure figure in his later years, but no one who heard him recite his story, Gruts For Tea, could have any doubt that he had an acute understanding of the grim medical condition known as Scottishness.
Mr Cutler was a Scottish original, as true a reflection of the North-British psyche as pan drops, jaggy balaclavas and joyless ministers pedalling to the bowling green through the haar of a late spring evening.
Somewhere, I trust, a buxom angel is serenading him on a wheezy harmonium.
More about Mr Cutler can be found by clicking his name, above.
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2 comments:
Great sadness indeed to lose any poet, especially a genius loved by another genius, John Lennon...
At the last Ivor show I was at, in I think 1999, at the Queen's Hall, he managed to silence a roudy bunch of mostly 30 something males with one disapproving glance. A great man.
Now I I shall go and sit upon the grass and feel my lumps whilst playing with my grain of sand.
Mr K fae M'side.
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