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'Folding the Sheets'
EXTERNAL ID
AB_LL_DAVID_KNOWLES_01
DEIT
2009
LINN
2000an
CRUTHADAIR
David Knowles
NEACH-FIOSRACHAIDH
Am Baile
AITHNEACHADH MAOINE
40976
KEYWORDS
bàrdachd
claistinneach
cruthan-tìre litreachais

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'This is a poem from my collection, 'Meeting the Jet Man', a book of poetry and writing which looks at the world from the inside of a cockpit of a Tornado - my workplace for nearly twenty years. This particular poem looks at the way altitude and speed alter perceptions of the landscape.

Folding the Sheets

Nobody thinks it strange
if the high-altitude world
shrivels to a stillness;
the hours pass in slideshow,
carousel clicking while we blink.
Pass Lewis an unknown angry sea
there Iceland Nova Scotia Maine.
How would anything be strange
when it's fifty below
on the skin of this bubble;
we only barely inside
strapped tight in a warm hum,
nibbling biscuits between oxygen.

Fly lower, waking the nap of the earth -
now everyone has their notion of propriety.
How can you possibly see ...
- the lone climber on a snow-capped Ben -
is he waving? whether he is angry
or has failed almost to be angry
at our panel-beating of his landscape,
trading his peace for this spectacle
of steps cut into air?

Still lower, faster and faster
until abruptly the little gearbox seizes
the relevance of motion ceases
contingent as it was
on density altitude and entropy,
those dreams the night before,
the angle of the sun.

The wide field of view now all one place.
We hold the corners of the sheet and fold.'

Tha Daibhidh Knowles air leigeil seachad bho chionn ghoirid an dreuchd a bh' aige fad 26 bliadhna na phìleat aig bomairean an RAF. Tha e na neach-stiùiridh aig a' chompanaidh foillseachaidh neo-eisimileach, Two Ravens Press.

Lean Daibhidh feallsanachd is fiosaig aig Oxford mus do chuir e a-steach airson treanadh mar oifigear aig an RAF. Sna 1990an bha e a' dèanamh freiceadain air na sgìrean neo-itealaich gu deas timcheall air Kuwait. Choisinn e Crois Urraim Itealaich (DFC) airson misean a rinn e e a' chiad oidhche a thugadh ionnsaigh air Iraq ann am Màrt 2003. Gann de chonnadh agus trom le bomaichean, bha an nàmhaid a' losgadh air ach chuir e crìoch air a mhisean mus do chuir e sìos air raon-laighe beag san fhàsach. Chuir e roimhe leigeil dheth a dhreuchd an dèidh dha Iraq fhàgail.

Tha Daibhidh air a bhith a' sgrìobhadh bàrdachd bho a làithean aig sgoil-fuirich anns a' Chuimridh. Tha a dhreuchd gu lèir san RAF air ìnnse sa chruinneachadh, 'Meeting the Jet Man' (2008). B' e sin an dòigh a bh' aige air na thachair dha a chlàradh is ìnnseadh. An-diugh tha e ag oibreachadh agus a' fuireach air croit bheag faisg air Ulapul far a bheil a làithean làn eadar sgrìobhadh bàrdachd, foillseachadh, feallsanachd, agus a' coimhead às dèidh a chuid chaoraich.

Airson stiùireadh mu bhith a’ cleachdadh ìomhaighean agus susbaint eile, faicibh duilleag ‘Na Cumhaichean air Fad.’
’S e companaidh cuibhrichte fo bharantas clàraichte ann an Alba Àir. SC407011 agus carthannas clàraichte Albannach Àir. SC042593 a th’ ann an High Life na Gàidhealtachd.
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'Folding the Sheets'

2000an

bàrdachd; claistinneach; cruthan-tìre litreachais

Am Baile

Literary Landscapes: David Knowles

'This is a poem from my collection, 'Meeting the Jet Man', a book of poetry and writing which looks at the world from the inside of a cockpit of a Tornado - my workplace for nearly twenty years. This particular poem looks at the way altitude and speed alter perceptions of the landscape.<br /> <br /> Folding the Sheets<br /> <br /> Nobody thinks it strange<br /> if the high-altitude world<br /> shrivels to a stillness;<br /> the hours pass in slideshow,<br /> carousel clicking while we blink.<br /> Pass Lewis an unknown angry sea<br /> there Iceland Nova Scotia Maine.<br /> How would anything be strange<br /> when it's fifty below<br /> on the skin of this bubble;<br /> we only barely inside<br /> strapped tight in a warm hum,<br /> nibbling biscuits between oxygen.<br /> <br /> Fly lower, waking the nap of the earth -<br /> now everyone has their notion of propriety.<br /> How can you possibly see ...<br /> - the lone climber on a snow-capped Ben -<br /> is he waving? whether he is angry<br /> or has failed almost to be angry<br /> at our panel-beating of his landscape,<br /> trading his peace for this spectacle <br /> of steps cut into air? <br /> <br /> Still lower, faster and faster<br /> until abruptly the little gearbox seizes<br /> the relevance of motion ceases<br /> contingent as it was <br /> on density altitude and entropy,<br /> those dreams the night before,<br /> the angle of the sun.<br /> <br /> The wide field of view now all one place.<br /> We hold the corners of the sheet and fold.'<br /> <br /> Tha Daibhidh Knowles air leigeil seachad bho chionn ghoirid an dreuchd a bh' aige fad 26 bliadhna na phìleat aig bomairean an RAF. Tha e na neach-stiùiridh aig a' chompanaidh foillseachaidh neo-eisimileach, Two Ravens Press. <br /> <br /> Lean Daibhidh feallsanachd is fiosaig aig Oxford mus do chuir e a-steach airson treanadh mar oifigear aig an RAF. Sna 1990an bha e a' dèanamh freiceadain air na sgìrean neo-itealaich gu deas timcheall air Kuwait. Choisinn e Crois Urraim Itealaich (DFC) airson misean a rinn e e a' chiad oidhche a thugadh ionnsaigh air Iraq ann am Màrt 2003. Gann de chonnadh agus trom le bomaichean, bha an nàmhaid a' losgadh air ach chuir e crìoch air a mhisean mus do chuir e sìos air raon-laighe beag san fhàsach. Chuir e roimhe leigeil dheth a dhreuchd an dèidh dha Iraq fhàgail.<br /> <br /> Tha Daibhidh air a bhith a' sgrìobhadh bàrdachd bho a làithean aig sgoil-fuirich anns a' Chuimridh. Tha a dhreuchd gu lèir san RAF air ìnnse sa chruinneachadh, 'Meeting the Jet Man' (2008). B' e sin an dòigh a bh' aige air na thachair dha a chlàradh is ìnnseadh. An-diugh tha e ag oibreachadh agus a' fuireach air croit bheag faisg air Ulapul far a bheil a làithean làn eadar sgrìobhadh bàrdachd, foillseachadh, feallsanachd, agus a' coimhead às dèidh a chuid chaoraich.