Edinburgh rediscovers its classic grey -
most delicious of loudness, an ecstasy of glum.
The trendy standups from London have been and come
and gone, and their posters remain to be torn down.
Yet echoes of Czech brass linger in the town,
wisps of luxurious violin,
and phantoms of airborne dancers tempt to sin
the time-preened matriarch who resumes her sway.
Angus Calder (from Luckenbooth – An Anthology of Edinburgh Poetry)
So it was in 2000 and probably is so again this week, now that the festivals are all finished. I came across this poem in the book I bought on the first day of this year’s EIBF which happened to coincide with National Bookshop Day. Well, I just had to support that initiative especially when books bought in the EIBF bookshop this year came with a newly designed EIBF bookbag!
As for my own post-EIBF blues, I plan to counteract them with a sinister September …. all things criminal-related. Novels, short stories perhaps even some true crime. Anything that will make time fly until next August ….