Sep 4, 2025
Andrew Cranston (British, 1969), A Still Life for John Burnside, 2025. Oil on card, 5¾ x 4 in.
John Burnside (1955-2024) was a Scottish poet and novelist
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Andrew Cranston (British, 1969), A Still Life for John Burnside, 2025. Oil on card, 5¾ x 4 in.
John Burnside (1955-2024) was a Scottish poet and novelist
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Callum Innes – John Burnside: Evidence, Peninsula, Eindhoven / Morning Star Publications, Edinburgh, 1990, Edition of 50 [Peter Foolen, Eindhoven. Art: © Callum Innes, John Burnside]
John Burnside
Drowning in beautiful places
There is no more powerful fantasy than the fantasy of what might have been.
John Burnside, from ‘The Dumb House’
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On growing up while steeped in grief:
“The Fair Chase,” John Burnside // art, Riikka Auvinen // Memory, George Seferis // “Disassociative States,” Vanessa Angélica Villarreal // Remnants of a Separation: A History of Partition Through Material Memory, Aanchal Malhotra // untitled, Tito Merello Vilar // Courage, Anxiety and Despair, Watching the Battle, James Sant // Midnight Mass (1x5) // The Clockwork Prince, Cassandra Clare // currently unknown
and everyone who passes will be you or almost you before it’s someone else.
John Burnside, from “Blues”
"The Persistence of Memory" - John Burnside
Out in the field where, once, we played Dead Man’s Fall,
the others are being called through the evening dusk
– Kenny and Marek, the Corrigans, Alex McClure – mothers and sisters calling them home for tea
from kitchens fogged with steam and buttered toast, broth on the hot plate, ham hough and yellow lentils.
Barely a wave, then they’re gone, till no one is left, and the dark from the woods closes in on myself alone,
the animals watching, the older gods couched in the shadows.
Decades ago, I suppose, though I cannot be sure.
I have waited here, under the stars, for the longest time.