There’s nae sae mony meenits i the day
that a body widna ettle tae hae
a few meenits mair…
—Roderick Watson, “A Rain Poem for Sandy Hutchison (1943–2015)”
Published in With Their Best Clothes On: New Writing Scotland 36
Poet, scholar & translator Alexander Hutchison died #OTD, 22 November
“Taken as a whole, reading Alexander Hutchison’s poetry is like coming across fragments of a Psalter or song-book or of North-eastern folk ditties – elegant, humorous and deft by turns – all clasped within the ragged covers of a rumbustious, medieval recipe book for everything.”
—David Kinloch on the poetry of Alexander Hutchison
https://www.davidkinloch.co.uk/journal/the-poetry-of-alexander-hutchison
From 2014: Alexander Hutchison reads his poem “Everything”
