The Angry Corrie 3: Sep-Oct 1991
The so-called Poetry page
In the wake of TAC's plunge into the murky, inky waters of literary academia in issue one (see 20 Differences Between Glen Coe and Shakespeare), all manner of irate eggheaded Thespians have written in, furiously disputing our suggestion that Shakespeare's plays are not much cop when compared and contrasted (in not less than 2000 words) to the fine and noble Scottish hills in general and Glen Coe in particular. It was TAC's intention to dutifully publish some of thls dreary debate, but happily that necessity has been avoided by the sudden intervention of the beardy old bard himself. Speaking from beyond the grave, from the Halcyon land of shades, from that place where no earthly trial nor tremor can disturb (get on with it - space-conscious Ed.), he has chosen to make known his views, John Lill-like, through the medium of ardent - or should that be Arden? - fan and erstwhile hillwalker
Sonnet No. 155 (otherwise known as the toorie bunnet sonnet)
Shall I compare me to a mountain ridge?
Clachaig's couplets or Am Bodach's sonnets?
The Thrutch: A horror poem by