Poem: ‘Naming Britain’
Alasdair Gray, 27 May 2010
In three hundred and thirty B.C. when ships always tried to sail within sight of land, at the west exit from earth’s middle sea DON’T GO THROUGH was carved. That small strait led to the ocean that keeps moving its bed, drowning beaches twice between noon and noon and twice uncovering them, pulled by the moon.
It was hard to sail by such coasts without splitting keel on reef or...