Monthly Archives: November 2013


panto poster Weeks of hard work, madness, laughters and devotion to theatre, with a different twist yet again since Ignition with NTS, are gradually making their way towards the lights of the Garrison Theatre in Lerwick for the purpose of solid entertainment. Since I am bound by secrecy, I shall simply add, this is  total madness! A great classic revamped with a plethora of hilarious moments, blended by The Open Door Drama group, written and directed by wir Izzy Swanson. It is now coming to fruition and let’s hope Shetland  comes to laugh with us, as the festive season gets under way.

It has been a fabulous adventure so far.  Time to break a leg 🙂

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‘Strength and Disgrace’ Strike 4/4: Transformations Poems (Book 9)

With grateful thanks to Nicky Mortlock for her patience & dexterity as the website guru ;0) This one was a particular challenge as far as layout is concerned.



George Braque Metamorphoses

February 2013-March 2014

17 poets, 15 months, creating 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamorphoses

See the Transformations Page for more details or the ‘Present Collaborations’ Tab


Poems Inspired by Book 9


Richard Biddle and Nat Hall


Becoming Tree

by Richard Biddle


as the labyrinthine brain shreds into a maze of mutations
and unburdens itself of language
as the gnashing teeth clack like glockenspiel blocks
and varnished nails vanish in a panic of burnished light;

imagine no-footedness, the cessation of journeying
imagine an amnesty of grateful arms gracefully
embracing the birds’ hollow bones
imagine not imagining

as the realisation of non-self engulfs this body with
molecular precision
as death’s imitation spreads its follicular canopy
above nibbling insects and spongy humus

imagine a factory, a pulp-plant manufacturing seedpods
imagine a container, a casket for nascent fungi
a treasury of lumber
imagine an artificial jungle

then see…

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geopoetics in action

Funny how a cold can keep you out of bed.  Here, here, a final post before Dreamtime,


with a concept deeply rooted in my head. That of geopoetics in action. Whereas Humblyband has kept me alert a great part of the evening, poetry submission now lies in the very good hands of friend & fellow poet Elizabeth Rimmer, c/o the Scottish Centre for Geopoetics for the next issue of its yearly journal, Stravaig.

But other verse has now found its curator within ArtiPeeps as part of Transformations for the next instalment of contemporary poetry inspired by Ovid’s Metamorphoses.

And, as my eyes & heart wanders across the Atlantic, I discover this. 🙂

Wow, geopoetics in action!

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New video installation showing at Shuffle Festival

From friend & fellow Humblyband. Visual Artist, Anne Brodie. Enjoy & go if you can!

Anne Brodie

Winter Shuffle Festival 5th – 15th Dec is an initiative of The East London Community Land Trust, run by a small group of individuals and aided by hundreds of volunteers. It currently operates on the grounds of St Clements Hospital – a former workhouse and psychiatric hospital in the heart of Mile End.

My video’s will be shown inside the John Denham Building (the front building of St Clements), as part of Lumen.

Open mon – fri 5pm-11pm, sat – sun 10am-11pm

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day oda snaa

First day of snow fae 60N Shetland




When whimsical commuting to Lerwick turns a fun trek! From blotched sunrise over my dear Isle of Mousa to the view of Bressay fae da Knab.
Winter has arrived on this latitude, at last.

Now, I ken I love the notion of north.

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nat and joe at mareel sep 2012 e-Looking back, listening back. I treasure this moment forever. Emotions in an eclectic bouquet. Faces, eyes, smiles. Known, unknown. Full house. And still some trying to get in… Darkish venue, with lights mounted on the wall on either side of the white screen. Steve’s magical accordion, Alan’s guitar to set the tone. And Joe’s soft voice, reassuring.

Here, here, FROM SHORE TO SHOORMAL BOOK LAUNCH on 1 September 2013

As if you were here / comme si vous y étiez 🙂

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treasured island

Since today is RLS Day,
happy birthday, Mr Stevenson!

Treasured Island –

Home of black, lone or lofty cliffs,
encircled by the screaming sea,
peat dried & burnt instead of wood,
where oil burns in candles’ stead,
barren as ignorance of men,
unaware of blunt
religion –
manured with seaweed,
sewn with gold,
where barley
grows as
and whales
gather with horses’ manes –
where you can find a solid spade,
a safer point of anchorage.

© Nat Hall 2013

In homage to RLS, 13 Nov 2013 —-


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poppies forever

Le travail de la mémoire On the 99th year of the world’s start to the greatest of tragedies, Lerwick’s Hillhead bathed in soothing November light. Men, women and children congregated in the highest part of the archipelago’s capital to pay homage to all those affected by all conflicts, past and present.

The Remembrance Sunday Parade always begins with pipers & their band. Young cadets follow suite. Flags go up and silence prevails until someone in uniform takes the floor.It is poignant.front row pipers

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Ninety nine years and all generations still gather as one to celebrate their heroes. In France, it is called le travail de la mémoire, the duty to remember. And this we must. I still remember the yearly school trips to the monument aux morts, where so many names are engraved in marble. Many young Shetlanders gave their lives in so many different conflicts. We do not forget. Such sentiment is even amplified when the community is that small. Entire communities have bled the same way, however big or small. In the case of The Great War, it engulfed the planet for the first time. We must not forget all those who, in the name of an empire, found themselves in a forest so dark and alien, they did not know the name of its trees – in a trench filled with mud and rats from a different continent. Today, all participants are no longer with us. Wherever we breathe, stand and live, we must not forget, not only all those accounted souls, but also those who vanished without trace, who fell blind-folded to a firing squad because they either deemed “deserters and/or cowards” or those who were stigmatised with a white feather as “anti-patriotic” by a propaganda machine orchestrated to bleed entire nations in the name of madness.

Nobody (as you & me) wants war.

A few days earlier, as part of Remembrance Week at my local High School, Wilfred Owen‘s most famous poem, Dulce et Decorum Est, resonated in all classrooms & corridors.

Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
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NOTES: Latin phrase is from the Roman poet Horace: “It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.”

Source: Poems (Viking Press, 1921)

Tomorrow, Monday 11 November, on the 11th hour of the 11th month, a ceremony will commemorate all those young Shetlanders, local pupils from the AHS (the then Anderson Institute) who gave their lives in the name of “a war of attrition“.

I still believe Owen’s poem should be plastered on every government building to remind all of the atrocities of conflicts.

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water & light

Have you ever travelled to the edge of a dormant volcano and stood before the great ocean? Eshaness offers this.
It even share rocks with Nova Scotia 🙂
On the way, the lens captured amazing light. Here it is, in November’s splendour.





















Stanes –
out on the edge of the dormant volcano,
earth crust shrapnel,
Eshaness in my
#micropoetry fae #60N

© Nat Hall 2013

I came home with a pocket full of stones, eyes and heart filled with light and memories.

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va et vient

As November unleashes its cargo of gales, here , two new pieces for your eyes – fresh from the pen, they will take you across the mighty Atlantic.

Old Guards’ Line

Inside blue boreal forest,
hidden gem,
dreams under northern lights,
coniferous silence,
in between
bogs and fens –
lone army of
so heavily mantled,
stand as giant chessmen
from Newfoundland & Labrador to
the last rocks of Alaska.


Day of The Gale

Semantics from the SW sky
ruffles feathers as
salt buds fly –
shalders, gulls,
sanderlings, purple
sandpipers on one leg
will bite the verve, dust, sleaze & lies
from this hissing storyteller.
Taste of salt plastered
on your lips.

© Nat Hall 2013

————————– Nov 2013


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