I love words: beautiful soft words which roll off the tongue and bloom as they meet the air; jagged hard words which contort the face and are spat from pursed lips; short words with immediate impact; long words which seep quietly into the atmosphere and resonate at an illustrious frequency.
Read More“It’s all a pile of bourgeois shite”: Class, Culture, and the Edinburgh Festivals
A few weeks ago I visited the Fruitmarket Gallery in Edinburgh for the first time to see part of the Art Festival and GENERATION – a Scotland-wide celebration of Scottish art.
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