Albert Kirk Jr

he had no voice, save that choking respiration through his spiracle, and this made the sight of him unspeakably pitiable; while still, in his amazing bulk, portcullis jaw, and omnipotent tail, there was enough to appal the stoutest man who so pitied.

vainly striving to escape the piratical hawks. But the bird has a voice, and with plaintive cries will make known her fear; but the fear of this vast dumb brute of the sea, was chained up and enchanted in him;

Now to this hand, now to that, he yawed in his faltering flight, and still at every billow that he broke, he spasmodically sank in the sea, or sideways rolled towards the sky his one beating fin. So have I seen a bird with clipped wing making affrighted broken circles in the air,

It was a terrific, most pitiable, and maddening sight. The whale was now going head out, and sending his spout before him in a continual tormented jet; while his one poor fin beat his side in an agony of fright.

apairt fae yon chowkin respiration throu his spiracle, an this makkit the sicht o him unspeakably peetiable; while yet, in his byordinar bouk, portcullis jaw, an omnipotent fud, thare wis eneuch tae scunner the stootest chiel whae sae peetied. 4/4

An noo in Sudron...

knotlessly strivin tae jouk the piratical hawks. The doo haes a vice but, an wi dowie greets’ll mak kent her fear; the fear o this muckle dumb bruit o the sea but, wis rackelt up an beglamourt ben him; he haed nae vice, 3/n

Noo tae this haund, noo tae the tither, he yawed in his stotterin flicht, an at ilka swaw that he brak yet, he spasmodically sank in the sea, or sideyways rowed taewart the lift his yin beatin fin. Sae hae A seen a doo wi clippit spaul makkin affrichtit broke circles in the air, 2/n

It wis a wild, maist peetiable, an maddenin sicht. The whaul wis noo gangin heid oot, an sendin his spoot afore him in a conteenual nithert jet; while his yin puir fin bate his side in an agony o fricht. 1/n

#Scotstober: Doo

Fae Moby-Dick, Ch. 81

Thare nae doos in Moby-Dick aither (see yestreen), sae Av cheatit a wee tait an assumed that the “bird” in this swatch is a doo. Dinnae gie us ony snash...

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Braw poyum!

The Drookit Doo’s a daft yin,
And no that guid at singin.
It stauns up on the auld belltooer
In rain, its feathers wringin.

Read aboot mair Fykie Fleein Things here: www.scotshooseyaldi.com/primary/poem... and listen tae actor Michael McHardie read the poem oot. #Scotstober

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Feel better today, so unfortunately back to work for me. Thus, today's #Scotstober word is: Darg - work, toil, labour, slog, drudgery, skivvying.

One of the poem's great passages.

Reading MacDiarmid's A Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle again. It was published 100 years ago next year. Kenneth Buthlay's annotated edition from 1987, published by @asls.org.uk, remains the best guide. The poem itself is as thrilling, ambitious and flawed as ever it was.

We're definitely progressing with the GTCS recognised training programme for Scots Language learning and teaching across the land. This includes practitioners who have engaged with the course in the first 4 cohorts and the pilot at Banff Academy.

#Scotstober
#Haiku
#Kinnen

Wurds birl roon, doon.
Ahint me een, in ma heid,
Diggin like kinnen

Words twist round, down
Behind my eyes, in my
Digging like rabbits

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Still feeling rough, so today's #Scotstober word is: Wabbit - exhausted, washed out, limp as a rag, knackered, done in, weary, feeble.

Its day seiven o #Scotstober 2025! The day's wird is: kinnen

Wee kinnen in the gress

Lad haudin a wee chocolate kinnen

Kinnens aw ower,
hidin in gress an tree ruits,
Gie me choccy yins 😋

#Scotstober #Day7 #Kinnen #Poyum #Haiku

Noo Maunsie’s wis as guid a tongue
As ever psalm o’ Dauvid sung.
It fittit weel a godly mooth,
And said few wirds ’at wirna truth,
An’ never swöre by Guid or Deil
Excep’ whan kyunnens ate his kail…

—from “Auld Maunsie’s Crü”, by Shetland poet Basil Ramsay Anderson (1861–1888)
#Scotstober #poem

But if his eyes were broad as the lens of Herschel’s great telescope; and his ears capacious as the porches of cathedrals; would that make him any longer of sight, or sharper of hearing? Not at all.—Why then do you try to “enlarge” your mind? Subtilize it.

Is it not curious, that so vast a being as the whale should see the world through so small an eye, and hear the thunder through an ear which is smaller than a hare’s?

Gin his een wur braid as the lens o Herschel’s muckle telescope but; an his lugs scowthy as the entries o cathedrals; wad thon mak him ony langer o sicht, or shairper o hearin? No at aw.—Whit for syne dae ye try tae “upbig” yer ain pense? Redd it up. 2/2

An in Sudron...

#Scotstober: Kinnen

Fae Moby-Dick, Ch. 74

Thare nae “rabbits” in Moby-Dick. Thare is mention o a “hare” but…

Is it no cuirious, that sae undeemous a craitur as the whaul shoud see the warld throu sae smaw an ee, an hear the thunner throu a lug that's smawer than a kinnen’s? 1/2

A kinnen mindet, wi blae een. A flisk, afore hit's gane, agin. --- © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree #Scotstober 2025-07t kinnen

A kinnen mindet, wi blae een. A flisk, afore hit's gane, agin.

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(Ah'm nae native spikker.)

#Scotstober 2025-07t - #kinnen
#WriteInScots #Scots #Doric
#WritingCommunity

That's whit A thocht 🙂

Leuk efter yersel!

Its day sax o #Scotstober 2025! The day's wird is: quair

Nichts birlin cauld fest,
A’m scrievin in ma wee quair,
Dremes aye heat like starns

Nights turning cold quickly
I’m writing in my wee book,
Dreams always heat like stars

#Scotstober #Day6 #Haiku #Quair

The quair o auld lost an foryat. Or sae thay thocht. War hit, but? --- © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree #Scotstober 2025-06t quair

The quair o auld lost an foryat. Or sae thay thocht. War hit, but?

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(Ah'm nae native spikker.)

#Scotstober 2025-06t - #quair
#WriteInScots #Scots #Doric
#WritingCommunity