L'objectif de ce module intitulé « Poésie et prouesse » est de s'interroger sur le rôle, le fonctionnement et les limites de tours de force formels, que l'on a du mal à considérer aujourd'hui comme poétiques et, à vrai dire, dont on ne sait pas vraiment quoi faire.

L'objectif de ce module intitulé « Poésie et prouesse » est de s'interroger sur le rôle, le fonctionnement et les limites de tours de force formels, que l'on a du mal à considérer aujourd'hui comme poétiques et, à vrai dire, dont on ne sait pas vraiment quoi faire.

L'objectif de ce module intitulé « Poésie et prouesse » est de s'interroger sur le rôle, le fonctionnement et les limites de tours de force formels, que l'on a du mal à considérer aujourd'hui comme poétiques et, à vrai dire, dont on ne sait pas vraiment quoi faire.

L'objectif de ce module intitulé « Poésie et prouesse » est de s'interroger sur le rôle, le fonctionnement et les limites de tours de force formels, que l'on a du mal à considérer aujourd'hui comme poétiques et, à vrai dire, dont on ne sait pas vraiment quoi faire.

First Prize Winner in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Flash Fiction Competition 2006. Read by Jules Horne.listen to storyOnionsThere is a woman crying and chopping onions. She cries for dead babies and the pained, crooked lives all around her.Along her window sill a line of mice watch the brown papery skins flutter to the floor and wonder at the woman’s great sadness.Outside the window, two swallows sit in a lilac tree. Soon they fly away to Africa where they tell other birds that in

Joint Second Prize Winner in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Flash Fiction Competition 2006. Read by Robin Dalgliesh.listen to storyClimbing to the Scottish Poetry LibraryHer buttocks hypnotised me. They were perfectly formed, sheathed in a light tan summer skirt, attached to a pair of well-formed smooth legs. The sling-back shoes finished off a picture of sensuality and sophistication. The owner of the buttocks walked three steps ahead of me, that July afternoon, heading to the Royal Mile

Joint Second Prize Winner in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Flash Fiction Competition 2006. Read by Jules Horne.listen to storyShoesChrissie’s right shoe developed a hole. Fortunately the weather was dry.She hated the public ordeal of buying shoes. Who ever had the confidence to ask for a private fitting room?Her sister, who worked in a shoe shop one summer, told her the girls never stooped down to help customers try on the shoes. The smell, she said.Chrissie blushed for her swollen

Runner-Up in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Flash Fiction Competition 2006. Read by Bruce MacKenzie.listen to storyPoker Chips The big game. Five-card draw, six players and seven days' takings on the table. An old school affair that started on a Monday night and finished on a Wednesday morning."Right guys, last hand."That was old Pietro speaking and when he said it was time to finish it was time to finish. Otherwise his wife would chase them all out with a pasta ladle.The cards slid

Runner-Up in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Flash Fiction Competition 2006. Read by Jo Leavesey.listen to storyBark and BiteThe spoilt child was having another tantrum.Her screams could be heard throughout the basement of her apartment."I want a dog, I want a dog, I want a D", she threw toys. "O", she kicked shoes. "G".The lace from her hand-sewn collar flew to the floor.The nanny, tearful knew she'd be beaten. Her role was to ensure the childs continual contentment. Madam's hefty footfall

Runner-Up in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Flash Fiction Competition 2006. Read by Robin Dalgliesh.listen to story[Untitled]It was the most beautiful t-shirt. White, light and sleek. Perfect cut. Ashley twirled in front of the mirror, loving herself from every angle. It was so cool. She grinned at the assistant.‘Go on then, where is it ?’The girl tried to look interested but it was 4.00 pm on a Saturday.‘Where is what?’ she asked.‘The label.’ Ashley spoke in her isn’t-it-obvious voice.The

Runner-Up in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Flash Fiction Competition 2006. Read by Bruce MacKenzie.listen to storyHenrys bootsMy dad he goes Jake this is History. Arsenals last match at Highbury. Ever. An I want you to remember you wos there. Wont be no classic though. Its Wigan.No classic. Were 2-1 down an then old Henry only goes an scores an atrick.Bang, bang, bang. 4-2. Well the games over an the crowds goin mental. The players are walkin around respectin the fans. Were down the front

Runner-Up in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Flash Fiction Competition 2006. Read by Jo Leavesey.listen to storyCommunity SpiritThey’d hired the community mini-bus and left the village square just as dusk was falling. The trip had been well organised by the Community Association. Mrs Dugdale was the responsible adult: she’d been through police clearance as the Brown Owl. Young people had an important role to play.So eight villagers, from thirteen to seventy-three, packed together with black

Runner-Up in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Flash Fiction Competition 2006. Read by Bruce MacKenzie.listen to storyPlasteredDiners at ristoranti Da Delfina are presented with a glass of prosecco to sip while making their selection from the menu. Favoured guests, are served by Carlo himself. He joined me at my table and poured the wine talking rapidly in his Tuscan Italian. He can speak English but refuses; it’s as though he feels speaking anything other than the Tuscan dialect will somehow

People's Prize Winner and Runner-Up in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Flash Fiction Competition 2006. Read by Robin Dalgliesh.listen to storyWe Have To Do Something“We have to do something. Socialism is slipping through our fingers like sand.”Boris was worried, so were the gathered representatives of all the remaining communist states, they too could see the writing on the crumbling wall.“Jose has an idea that I think is a stroke of genius,” Xiang said enthusiastically.“Well, we have to

Winner in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Monologue Competition 2005. Read by Matthew Zajac/Annie Grace and produced by Hamish MacDonald for DGAA.listen (lo-fi)for a hi-fi version of this recording, click here.

Winner in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Monologue Competition 2005. Read by Matthew Zajac/Annie Grace and produced by Hamish MacDonald for DGAA.listen hereOr for a hi-fi version of this recording, click here.

Winner in Dumfries & Galloway Arts Association Monologue Competition 2005. Read by Matthew Zajac/Annie Grace and produced by Hamish MacDonald for DGAA.listenfor a hi-fi version of this recording, click here.

Reading in Scots of an Ode by Hamish MacDonald to Commemorate the World Burns Federation's First Summer School, July 2003. Hamish is the first Robert Burns Writing Fellow for Dumfries & Galloway, and Joint Artistic Director of Dogstar Theatre Company.about Hamish MacDonaldlistenFor a hifi version of this MP3, go here. Poems:Ode To Commemorate the World Burns Federation's First Summer School, July 2003For the full text, click here.

Poet, translator and performer Rab Wilson (Sanquhar, Dumfriesshire), reads from his latest collection in Scots and English. Works include his Scots translation of The Ruba’iyat of Omar Khayyam and parliamentary poems commissioned for MSP Cathie Jamieson. about Rab Wilson listen (2MB) For a hifi version of this MP3, go here.Poems:BigginThe Last Sea-EagleDumfounert Wi WunnerAccent O The Mind

Reading by journalist and poet Mary Smith (Castle Douglas), author of Before the Taliban and a Creative Writing MLitt student at Glasgow University. Most recently, she collaborated with the National Theatre of Scotland on Home Dumfries. about Mary Smith listenFor a hifi version of this MP3, go herePoems:Water GodSurprisesAfrica in the NewsCutting Fodder in AfghanistanBuzkashiHazara Jat