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You are all bog-born

Some notes on a walk to Fala Flow yesterday afternoon, during which I said to the moor: Please tell me about yourself. Ragged and incomplete … but a glimmer in it … something to develop.

I have room for…

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The plover loves the mountain

On the night of May 5th into May 6th 2016, when I might ordinarily have stayed up stupid late drinking red wine, watching the incoming Scottish Parliamentary election results and ranting to the world on twitter, I was, instead, happed…

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Breathing into life

My first outing for the ideas behind WIND RESISTANCE was at The Old Church in Hackney on February 28th 2016, as part of BREATHE Festival. Ah, let’s just say it was pretty fresh (I was still writing the piece as…

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A wind at my back

When I walk on my local moor at Fala, Midlothian, south east of Edinburgh, I get filled up with space and wind, ease and earth, and a visceral sense of connection to the depth of time. So when, in the…

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The starting blocks

Pippa Murphy & Karine Polwart on Fala Moor 5/5/2016

I’m a singer. A musician. A writer. I write songs. And essays. And ranty facebook posts. I notice the world. I tell stories. I listen. I walk. I stand still and…

SONGS OF SEPARATION

What sound will emerge when ten mighty women folk singers and musicians from Scotland and England get together for a week on one of the small isles to explore the notion of separation? I'm very excited to find out on…
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GRIEF IS JUST LOVE WITH NO HOME

The phrase has rattled around on the edges of awareness for over a week and has finally found it's way into a new piece. I don't think I can call it a song proper. It's a response, a prelude to…
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THE SCOTSMAN : SAY AWARD ARTICLE

It was sports day at Tynewater Primary School in Pathhead last Friday and I did that classic parent pep talk, the one that goes: “Don’t worry about not winning the egg-and-spoon race, son. It’s not about the winning.” Except in…