{"id":10279,"date":"2020-02-09T18:50:41","date_gmt":"2020-02-09T18:50:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sceptical.scot\/staging\/?p=10279"},"modified":"2026-04-18T19:34:31","modified_gmt":"2026-04-18T19:34:31","slug":"your-country-needs-eu-a-journey-led-by-poets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sceptical.scot\/staging\/2020\/02\/your-country-needs-eu-a-journey-led-by-poets\/","title":{"rendered":"Your country needs EU \u2013 a journey led by poets"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Was it about the powers we gain or how we use them?<\/p>\n

Christine De Luca<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The morning after, and the many more mornings to come\u2026how do we feel? Who are we? What are we for?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Writing before the 2014 Scottish referendum, Edinburgh\u2019s then Makar Christine De Luca anticipated the dawn of 19 September and that morning\u2019s mixed emotions. Her finely balanced poem ends with gentle rousing: \u2018there\u2019s nothing broken that\u2019s not repairable.\u2019<\/p>\n

Six years on, the repair unfinished, we have woken to moods see-sawing (according to what we had wished or voted for) between grief, disbelief, relief, despair\u2026 more days of not-quite-reckoning. Mourning. Brexit done? As cold daylight stretches in February 2020, what comes next?<\/p>\n

Where\u2019s the new poetry in all this? Brexit, it seems, inspires no elegies, no eulogies. As a kind of sequel to Sceptical\u2019s poems for an election in hard times<\/a>, I began a cross-border journey led by poets from Scotland to the White Cliffs. Just as I was reaching Kent I discovered Brexit Tears<\/a> \u2013 thanks to a tip from Alan Spence, Edinburgh\u2019s current Makar \u2013 adding a twist to the trail. And a new beginning.<\/p>\n

Ending\u2026or beginning<\/strong><\/h2>\n

To the Storytelling Centre in Edinburgh\u2019s Royal Mile<\/a>, where the Brexit Tears exhibition features photographs by artist Calum Colvin in witty cahoots with poet Robert Crawford. Their \u2018instagraphs\u2019 work through a series of visual puns and word games \u2013 Leave.con, Our Island\u2019s Tory, Resident Putin, Your Country Needs EU, Untied Kingdom…<\/p>\n

Get Brexit Done? \u2018I can\u2019t help but think it\u2019s more like getting breakfast done,\u2019 writes Calum Colvin in the accompanying book, \u2018it starts again the very next day\u2019.<\/p>\n

The playfulness of words and pictures is beguiling. Sharp bites combine with enigmatic iPhone images to trouble, tease and tickle the prickly questions still unanswered by Boris Johnson\u2019s election victory. They also nudge suggestions of opportunities\u00a0 \u2013 Ecosse You’re Worth It.<\/p>\n

But some of the best questions are found only in the book.<\/p>\n

BREXIT DE\u2019ILS?<\/p>\n

The question begs a response on the facing page, in small print:<\/p>\n

BREXIT: THE DE\u2019ILS IN THE DETAIL<\/p>\n

A hand stretched out? <\/strong><\/h2>\n

The day after Britain left the EU, Ian McEwan\u2019s Guardian essay<\/a> strikes painful chords. He finds: \u2018we have a gift for multiple and bitter division \u2013 young against old, cities against the country, graduates against early school-leavers, Scotland and Northern Ireland against England and Wales.\u2019<\/p>\n

Who can deny the carefully tended bitter divisions that bred Brexit and Boris Johnson\u2019s election triumph? And yet \u2013 as John Harris observes in other Guardian columns \u2013 in public meetings across Scotland and Northern Ireland, England and Wales \u2013 you will also find people willing to work together in common cause across borders, generations, party-politics and other trenches.<\/p>\n

Despite Scotland\u2019s binary constitutional condition, Christine De Luca\u2019s words ring true: \u2018It\u2019s those unseen things that bind us, not flag or battle-weary turf or tartan.\u2019<\/p>\n

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Was it about the powers we gain or how we use them?<\/p>\n

We aim for more equality; and for tomorrow to be more peaceful than today;<\/p>\n

for fairness, opportunity, the common weal; a hand stretched out in ready hospitality.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

httpss:\/\/soundcloud.com\/scottishpoetrylibrary\/the-morning-after-by-christine-de-luca<\/p>\n

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My country \u2013 on the brink<\/strong><\/h2>\n

After the 2016 referendum Scotland\u2019s Makar, Jackie Kay, landed firmly on Planet Farage: \u2018We closed the borders, folks, we nailed it.\/No trees, no plants, no immigrants.\/No foreign nurses, no doctors; we smashed it.\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n

Britain\u2019s then poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy, in collaboration with National Theatre\u2019s Rufus Norris, offered a reflective view of Britain\u2019s diversity. The play My Country: A Work in Progress<\/a>., woven from vox pop verbatim quotes, received mixed reviews. But from the beginning, Duffy\u2019s Britannia<\/a> reaches into niggling corners of the UK. She knows where we live.<\/p>\n

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I sing your thousand musics.<\/p>\n

I speak your diverse poetries.<\/p>\n

I am your vital quarrels with yourselves,<\/p>\n

your turbulence, your truculence, rage and fear,<\/p>\n

your pride, your independence, your despair.<\/p>\n

I know your house. Your children. Know your ancestors.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

In 2019 the new poet laureate, Simon Armitage, supposedly \u2018declined\u2019 to produce a work marking the still elusive \u2018Brexit day\u2019 (in fact the \u2018invitation\u2019 seems to have come from The Telegraph). He had said all he wanted to say the previous year in The Brink, a<\/a> Sky Arts film<\/a> exploring Britain\u2019s peculiar relationship with Europe.<\/p>\n

A long train ride through Kent (\u2018They say on a clear day you can see Brexit from here\u2019) works enigmatic variations on themes of being English. \u201cA shifty, sideways look,\u201d says Armitage. Sometimes a long shot landscape, sometimes a devastating close-up, sometimes a seaside snap \u2013 all fearlessly punctuated with the word Kent.<\/p>\n

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Kent, Kent, exposing its fat little cock to the east<\/p>\n

Kent, where the country looks over the edge,<\/p>\n

Waits, on the brink.<\/p>\n

Is that Europe on the other side?<\/p>\n

The Alhambra? La Scala? The Palace of Versailles?<\/p>\n

No, just a super tanker treading water at low tide<\/p>\n

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httpss:\/\/vimeo.com\/326438609<\/p>\n

Being human means being human<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Look further. With particularly cruel irony, Brexit day finally arrived just four days after Holocaust Day, this year coinciding with the 75th<\/sup> anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz death camp. Scottish Poetry Library marked it with Being a Human Being by Tom Leonard<\/a> (1944-2018).<\/p>\n

Written for Mordechai Vananu, to be read when he was installed as rector of the University of Glasgow in 2005, instead there was an empty chair. The man who spent 20 years in prison after whistle-blowing Israel\u2019s nuclear secrets, was back in jail \u2018for the crime of speaking to foreign journalists.\u2019 explained Leonard.<\/p>\n

The poem was one of SPL\u2019s Best Scottish Poems 2007, chosen by that year\u2019s editor Alan Spence: \u201cit\u2019s a simple, profound, direct, challenging statement of how we\u00a0should\u00a0<\/em>be \u2013 existentially and politically \u2013 in the world:\u00a0to accept the moment and fact of choice<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

To Leonard being human is to exist as:<\/p>\n

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a human being
and a citizen of the world<\/p>\n

responsible to that world
\u2014and responsible for that world<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Europe is the less<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Now this bell, tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Was John Donne<\/a> (1572 – 1631) \u2013 scholar, soldier, lawyer, priest \u2013 a citizen of the world? The poet, fluent in Italian and Spanish, lived, wrote and travelled during that curious time of kingdoms merging under the crown of James V1 and 1, King of Scotland, England and Ireland.<\/p>\n

Donne\u2019s most quoted work No Man is An Island might have been written for Brexit. The words resulted from a meditation on mortality in 1623: Now this bell, tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die<\/em>. Almost three hundred years later, the, then London-based, German artist Wolfgang Tillmans put them to powerful good use, quoting the first lines in his poster campaign urging young people to register to vote before the 2016 referendum.<\/p>\n

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No man is an island, entire of itself;<\/p>\n

every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.<\/p>\n

If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less,<\/p>\n

as well as if a promontory were,<\/p>\n

as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were:<\/p>\n

any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind,<\/p>\n

and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;<\/p>\n

it tolls for thee.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

And so, undaunted by the referendum result, Tillmans carries on<\/a>.\u00a0 Like Colvin and Crawford he uses images and words to communicate social, political, poetic messages. ‘I plan to take this further and to other places as right-wing populism and extremism will be with us for some time to come.’<\/p>\n

His new exhibition Today is The First Day<\/a> opened in the Wiels gallery in Brussels the day after Brexit with pictures, \u2018that talk about what it means to be alive today\u2019.<\/p>\n

Featured image: a detail from Wolfgang Tillmans poster for the anti-Brexit campaign 2016<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Brexit Tears<\/a> is on until Sunday 1 March at the Storytelling Centre 43-45 High St, Edinburgh EH1 1SR <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today is the First Day<\/a> is on until 24 May at Wiels Contemporary Art Centre Ave. Van Volxemlaan 354, 1190 Brussels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Further reading: Brexit Tears<\/a> by Calum Colvin published by Ketillonia<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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