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    Moontide

    By Niall Campbell

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    Niall Campbell grew up on South Uist in Scotland's Outer Hebrides, and his first collection, Moontide, is filled with images of the island's seascapes, its myths, its wildlife, and the long dark of its winters. Quietly reflective and deftly musical, these thoughtful poems resonate with silence and song, mystery and wonder, exploring ideas of companionship and withdrawal, love and the stillness of solitude. This highly assured debut collection will establish him as one of the most distinctive lyric voices to emerge from Scotland in recent years. Poetry Book Society Recommendation.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBloodaxe Books
    Release dateApr 24, 2014
    ISBN9781780371344
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    Niall Campbell

    Niall Campbell was born in 1984 on the island of South Uist, one of the Outer Hebrides of Scotland. He received an Eric Gregory Award in 2011 and an Arvon-Jerwood Mentorship in 2013, and won the Poetry London Competition in 2013. His work has been published in a number of magazines and anthologies including, Granta, The Dark Horse, Poetry London, Poetry Review, The Salt Book of Younger Poets and Best Scottish Poems 2011. His debut pamphlet, After the Creel Fleet, was published by Happenstance Press in 2012. His first book-length collection, Moontide (Bloodaxe Books, 2014), won Britain’s biggest poetry prize, the £20,000 Edwin Morgan Poetry Award, as well as the Saltire First Book of the Year Award; it was also shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best First Collection, the Fenton Aldeburgh First Collection Prize and the Michael Murphy Memorial Prize, and is a Poetry Book Society Recommendation. First Nights: poems, a selection from Moontide with additional new poems, was published by Princeton University Press in the US in 2016. His second book-length collection, Noctuary, was published by Bloodaxe in 2019. He lives in Leeds.

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      Scotland's off-shore poetry platform is getting quite a boost these days what with Jen Hadfield on the Shetland Isles (Byssus) and now Nial Campbell from South Uist has his first full collection: Moontide, published by Bloodaxe Books. His work is full of salt tang and sails the seas of place, being, memory and meaning. For me one of the best fresh new voices on the Scottish poetry scene. Campbell has moved to Edinburgh, so the prospects are good for this fine new voice, one to watch. Long may the ferryman whistle....CROSSINGSay that the song was never writtenwould it have settled there, I wonder,on that far shore of the tongue's river,singing itself, stubbing its heelsinto the bank that is pure air?Or would it wait for further passage?stood on the quay so long untila form all spit and bone and light.Am I some whistling ferryman,trailing my pen hand in the wake?Niall CampbellCROSSING, strikes me as more than self-aware, revealing a reflective meditation on its own creation, a superb tight pen finds its element. My additional favourites are: LATER TASTING and the great story-telling in A DANCE MACARBE, and also WHEN THE WHALES BEACHED.