1 10 1 https://glenkensarchive.scot/glenkens_archive/files/original/17/568/GGLP-CYDI-nuhin-new-unner-the-sun.pdf 640ba63cb03e30986cd8d42317727bc0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Nuhin New Unner the Sun Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Nuhin New Unner The Sun Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource GGLP Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Text Any textual data included in the document nuhin new unner the sun nothing new under the sun we’ll nivver ken, jist foo mony we’ll never know, just how many tales tales are scrieved a’neeth the clay are written beneath the clay the mud is thick wi fit’s bin tint: the mud is thick with what’s been lost: stories only haulf telt; wirds an warlds, tashed an torn by time; mockit scraps fae past lives stories only half told; words and worlds, ripped up by time; filthy scraps from past lives aa that wis scrat wi sklate, everything that was scratched with slate swallad up by the wither, so fan folk gather swallowed up by the weather, so when people gather up the fragmentit hale aats bin left, up the fragmented whole that’s been left, they’ve tae guess fit haun wis huddin it they’ve to guess what hand was holding it the memry o a mither stravaigs doon Raider’s Road, it settles like a smirr, queart an saft , amon the shrapnel fae the past the memory of a mother strolls down Raider’s Road, it settles like a fine drizzle, quiet and soft, among the shrapnel of the past here wis a wifey fit played the manny o the hoose here was a women who played the man of the house een pair o hauns tae mak a guid man’s toil intae her ane one pair of hands to make a husband’s toil into her own the very same pair fit wid skelp, claethe an bathe three bairns the very same pair that would spank, clothe and bathe three children ower late tae ask her, fit her hert wid git sair fur an fit wid pit a glint in her een too late to ask her, what her heart would get sore for and what would put a glint in her eye ower late tae ask her, fit wye she’d bin leftil look aifter the hamesteed alane too late to ask her, why she’d bin left to look after the home by herself the livin hae a habit o screivin ontae the deid, an we cry this act: historical fact the living have a habit of writing over the deid, an act we call: historical fact but we ca truly spik, fur the speechless but we can’t truly speak, for the speechless especially fan we tak the stories o the day wi favour the maist an pint the past wi them so we can mak on fitiver folks we canna thole, jist didnae exist back then especially when we take the stories from today we favour the most and paint the past with them so we can pretend like whichever groups we can’t abide, just didn’t exist back then it’s a sair fecht, footerin aboot aul bones fur the truth it’s a tough job, messing around with old bones for the truth neentheless, nonetheless, dubbit finngurs muddy fingers dee their best tae mak sense o aa the guddle an the rubble, as they unpick the weel twistit threid o’ time aat scowps unnergroon do their best to make sense of all the mess and the rubble, as they unpick the well twisted thread of time that runs, hither and thither underground fur those o us fit bide aboon the soil — a puckle bitties o a tassie, fit wis blethered intae, for those of us that live above the soil — a handful of pieces from a cup, that was nattered and chatted into, lang teemt o it’s secrets an long emptied of its secrets and beddit bedded in the grun in the ground minds us tae dig deep an learn fit’s unnerneath reminds us to dig deep and learn what’s underneath wir ane skin our own skin mebbe there’s nuhin new unner the sun maybe there’s nothing new under the sun mebbe wir the same as wiv aywis bin maybe we’re the same as we’ve always been  Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Nuhin New Unner the Sun Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context GGLP_108 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource GGLP Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource GCAT Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2021 Description An account of the resource In 2021, the ‘Can You Dig It’ project commissioned Mae Diansangu to write a poem inspired by the ‘Can You Dig It’ investigation of a deserted farmstead called Upper Gairloch on the Raiders Road. Wanting to showcase a fresh perspective on Scotland's past during the pandemic, the poem was released to coincide with StAnza, Scotland's International Poetry Festival. GGLP heritage language