#robin fulton

[majestativa]

And I was sorrow […] and I was pride.

— OLAV H. HAUGE ⚜️ 20 Contemporary Norwegian Poets: A Bilingual Anthology, transl. by Robin Fulton, (1984)

[ivandurak]

“The Palace” by Tomas Tranströmer, trans. Robin Fulton

We stepped in. A single vast hall, silent and empty, where the surface of the floor lay like an abandoned skating rink. All doors shut. The air grey.

Paintings on the walls. We saw pictures throng lifelessly: shields, scale- pans, fishes, struggling figures in a deaf-and-dumb world on the other side.

A sculpture was set out in the void: in the middle of the hall alone a horse stood but at first when we were absorbed by all the emptiness we did not notice him.

Fainter than the breathing in a shell sounds and voices from the town circling in this desolate space murmuring and seeking power.

Also something else. Something darkly set itself at our senses’ five thresholds without stepping over them. Sand ran in every silent glass.

It was time to move. We walked over to the horse. He was gigantic, dark as iron. An image of power itself abandoned when the princes left.

The horse spoke: “I am The Only One. The emptiness that rode me I have thrown. This is my stable. I am growing quietly. And I eat the silence that’s in here.”

[whisperthatruns]

Tracks

2am: moonlight. The train has stopped out in the middle of the plain. Far away, points of light in a town, flickering coldly at the horizon.

As when someone has fallen into a dream so deep he'll never remember having been there when he comes back to his room.

As when someone has fallen into an illness so deep everything his days were becomes a few flickering points, a swarm, cold and tiny on the horizon.

The train is standing quite still. 2am: bright moonlight, few stars.

Tomas Tranströmer, tr. Robin Fulton, Secrets on the Way (Hemligheter på vägen, 1958), The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems (New Directions Publishing, 2006)

[lilyhanaart]

Happy birthday, Thorn 🎉🧡

His bday was actually on 10/25, but it still counts!!

[garadinervi]

«View», Volume 4, No. 2: Hamish Fulton, Interview by Robin White, Point Publications, Oakland, CA, Spring 1983 [J.N. Herlin, Inc., New York, NY]

[miasiegert]

The Wrong Cat Died about The Fulton interviewed Marc Robin and Joey Abramowicz (this is the first time we found out, after a year! that Marc was supposed to be Skimbleshanks in VIENNA!!! And Auditioned for Misto in the original Broadway production!) Around 42 mins in, there's a VERY sweet shoutout to us and some ahem... teazers... about a couple of the costumes! <3 PLEASE NOTE: if you want to go into the show with NO info, skip this. <3 Light spoilers (VERY light... but a few of you are smart!)

[mumblelard]

i don't understand lamp aesthetics. it's a conceptual gap in my present day world view. it doesn't help that there is only one lamp that i have ever coveted and i will never have it and sometimes that makes me hate all lamps.

it took three trips to the thrift store and the goading of two different people to convince me to buy this thirteen dollar lamp, a lamp i did not even hate in a time when i really needed a lamp. anyway, happy new lamp day imaginary constructs and thank you for joining me on my lamp journey

now, i need someone to come and rehang all of the art in my home. the placement must be the result of decisions not made by this embodied consciousness with whom i spend entirely too much alone time. i swear this is not procrastination or foot dragging or laziness on my part. i will trade homemade berbere pulled pork nachos and an curated selection of dollar bucket nonsense to drink. think about it

[poem-today]

A poem by Robin Fulton Macpherson

Above Dover Beach

Behind convolvulus and seeding grass we park. We see not one scuff or rip on the Strait to show two thousand years and more of heavy use.

Southward across close-to-hand glitter and far-off mauve haze the other side if we believe our eyes is not

there, just as we if we believe our eyes are here in a universe with a homely sky and no looming non-universes to scare it.

Below, Waves arrange the shingle, each with a crisp cadence. The tide coming in balances the tide going out.

Robin Fulton Macpherson

Robin Fulton Macpherson writes: We had just got off the ferry from Calais and taken a small road up to the top of the cliffs west of Dover. Looking down, I couldn't help thinking of Matthew Arnold's shingle and the crisp waves were audible here away from the racket of the port. Arnold's poem about this beach is one of those famous pieces I feel sorry for: so many heavy plodding pedagogical boots have tramped over and round it. Also, like some other famous poems (Wordsworth's 'Daffodils' and Shelley's 'Ozymandias') it contains something illogical or impractical. If Arnold wanted to imagine the sea of faith drying up, the mere tidal movement of the sea along a shore is hardly appropriate. Did he forget for the moment that the tide comes in as well as goes out? Anyway, I see faith as something that is always there, but it rises and falls, advances and retreats, much like the sea being pulled and pushed by tidal forces. Another idea behind the poem has to do with obsolete pictures of the universe and our place in it. Scientists find out more and more, quite rightly, but that doesn't mean we should throw away the old models and forget about them. The Ptolemaic universe, for instance, served some of the best minds in Europe in their efforts to explore relations between God and man and between man and man, and these explorations are by no means out of date. It's not a crime to believe, now and then, just what the eyes see without chiding them for ignoring 'known facts'.

More poems by Robin Fulton Macpherson are available on the Scottish Poetry Library site.

[leiistqrs]

꒰ CAN'T GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY ꒱ . . . f reed !

pairing(s) : fulton reed x fem!portman!reader (romantic) , dean portman x sister! reader (platonic)

in which before the game against varsity, the portman siblings have a surprise up their sleeves.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : fluff, yelling, swearing

robin chirps : erm so im out of my writing slump and ziggy and i nonstop talk about tmd and our boyfriends, so i decided to surprise her since she kinda got me out of my writing slumps and introduced me to my bf charlie and one of the most amazing movies of all time <3 ily zigma!! [@spaceagebachelormann]

"your'e playing hard, i'm proud of you guys." coach orion reassured as he patted russ on the shoulder.

"they're cheap shotting us to death!" luis groaned.

"i know they are, i know they are." orion sympathized.

"It's gonna take a miracle for us to hold on." averman replied. little did the ducks know that "miracle" would be a little more unexpected then they thought.

suddenly, the door burst open revealing a tall brunette with a bandana around his head. dean portman.

"dean portman is awarded a full athletic and academic scholarship to the eden hall academy," dean read off his maroon folder. "i found this lying around at home in chicago, my attorny thought i should sign it, and i agreed." he continued. "it's offical boys, im back!" he exclaimed as all the ducks cheered, especially fulton. his heart broke the day that his best friend dean, and the love of his life, y/n had to go back to chicago. he was ecstatic at the sudden appearance of his fellow bash brother. but if dean was here...then where was y/n?

"hey you ass, where'd you go?" a voice spoke in the doorway. fulton could recognize that voice from anywhere. y/n. the voice was further identified when she herself wandered into the room. fulton was beyond shocked, jovial and he felt that he might have a heart attack because of how much was happening. in no time at all, y/n was in fultons arms their lips interlocked.

"did you miss me?" y/n teased, as fulton rolled his eyes, kissing her once again. dean looked partially disgusted.

"what the hell. why didn't i get one?" dean joked, activly trying to piss y/n off. the girl gave her brother the bird as the ducks laughed and watched the cute reunion. russ and averman made jokes in the background and snickered.

"oh, fulton! i missed you so much mwah mwah mwah." averman said in a feminine high pitched voice, as he faked kissing noises. russ continued with the bit presumably as fulton.

"i missed you too, babe." he said also mimicking kissing sounds. the ducks snickered. fulton proceeded to threaten the two.

"will you shut the hell up before i give you pucks for teeth?" he said. averman and russ laughed, as they stopped the bit. fulton turned his attention back to y/n now answering her question. '

"of course i missed you, you were gone for like ever." he exaggerated. but that's what it felt like for the couple.

"the phone calls weren't the same." he frowned softly.

"yeah, 'specially WHEN DEANS BREATHING ON THE OTHER LINE." y/n raises her voice as she turns back to dean.

"why didn't you call me and tell me you were coming?" he asked her,

"cause this was way more fun." she replied, a goofy grin on their faces. "you can't get rid of me that easily." she said.

'i'd hate to intrude on your little love fest but we got a bunch of temperamental man children's asses to kick." russ chimed in.

the ducks all cheered as they made their way on the ice.

"is that dean portman?" the teenage announcer asked. the crowd was in unbelief, "oh and his sister, y/n! they're both back!" he exclaimed.

"who are those kids? they cant play!" tom exclaimed. "they're on scholarship tom, my hands are tied." dean buckley replied.

"so you're the big enforcer, huh? well its nice to meet you, see, we have a lot more in common then you think-" dean rambled.

"shut up." the warrior spat, "lets play hockey," he said.

"whatever you say sunshine," dean shrugged, the game continued as dean ended up making cole go through the glass, shattering it.

dean and fulton cheered as they banged their heads together. "the bash brothers are back and they're here to stay and so is "y/n "the firecracker" portman, as she scores goal one for the ducks!" the announcer called out and boy was fulton beyond happy with it.

[lionofchaeronea]

The language marches in step with the executioners. Therefore we must get a new language. --Tomas Tranströmer (1931-2015), trans. Robin Fulton

[scotianostra]

Happy 71st birthday to comedian /actor Gregor Fisher.

Fisher was born in Menstrie, Clackmannanshire December 22nd 1953, after his mother passed away he was brought up in Edinburgh, Langholm then finally Neilston where he attended nearby, Barrhead High School. He attended the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama in Glasgow, at which he did not complete his studies as he was offered a job at Dundee Rep that paid him £35 a week.

Gregor’s first break came when he was cast alongside the late great Rikki Fulton on the hilarious Scotch & Wry, beforehand he had picked up bi parts in the TV series, Rob Roy, Take the High Road and some TV plays, after Scotch & Wry he was in two series of a sitcom called Foxy Lady, with Diane Keen in 1982, which I for the life of me cannot remember, but then again I was watching slightly more off the wall stuff like The Young Ones and Comic Strip back then, which brings me to his next role, although uncredited he was in a show with Young Ones star the late Rik Mayall called Kevin Turvey: The Man Behind the Green Door, much more my cup of tea, Gregor was now in with the alternative comedy crowd which I loved, this saw him feature in the BBC Scotland sketch show, Naked Video, it was there we first met the comedy creation Rab C Nesbitt, along with other characters, The Baldy Man and Highlander Angus of the OHBC, “Outer Hebrides Broadcasting Corporation”.

Of course it was Rab C that was the stand out of all the characters and a spin off show followed, over the years we have seen 10 series featuring Gregor and Elaine C Smith as the couple, and the shows have had some classic moments.

Of course it isn’t only Rab that we know Gregor from, amongst his film roles are 1984 and Love Actually, and on the small screen a connection to Neil Munro, from an earlier post today, as the title role in the reboot of The Tales of Para Handy and the aforementioned Baldy man who we seen in 13 episodes of his own show. He also appeared in two separate tv adaptations of RLS’s Kidnapped playing two different roles.

Gregor published an autobiography, The Boy From Nowhere, in 2015.

Gregor was on our screens in the sitcom  The Cockfields, he took  over the role of Ray, following the death of Bobby Ball in October 2020., I must say I’ve never heard of it, the show aired on UKGold. IMDb has him pencilled in for The Inn at The End of the World, a drama about five people who respond to an advert to escape Christmas and all its enforced jollity in London and retreat to an Inn off the West coast of Scotland.Imdb say it is still in preproduction.

Gregor teamed up with Gregor Mchugh once more for the new scottish sitcom Only Child. the show, which is on BBC iplayer, is set in forres, moray, but was filmed around Glasgow. The show has been well recieved and features a good cast that includes Robin Laing and Jennifer Saunders. One review says it is "a bittersweet comedy, packed with laughs" I have just added it to my must watch list.

The well loved Scottish actor currently lives in France with his wife, actress Vicki Burton.

[cyramountain]

underused male names:

magnus / wilder / frank

ziggy / wade / titus

robin / sterling / sullivan

aramis / orlando / desmond

westley / cillian / rex

ares / ozzy / viggo

zaccheus / odysseus / fulton

[ivandurak]

“The Journey” by Tomas Tranströmer, trans. Robin Fulton

In the underground station. A crowding among placards in a staring dead light.

The train arrived and collected faces and portfolios.

Darkness next. We sat in the carriages like statues, hauled through the caverns. Restraint, dreams, restraint.

In stations under sea level they sold the news of the dark. People in motion sadly silently under the clock dials.

The train carried outer garments and souls.

Glances in all directions on the journey through the mountain. Still no change.

But nearer the surface a murmuring of bees began—freedom. We stepped out of the earth.

The land beat its wings once and became still under us, widespread and green.

Ears of corn blew in over the platforms.

Terminus—I followed on, further.

How many were with me? Four, five, hardly more.

Houses, roads, skies, blue inlets, mountains opened their windows.

[whisperthatruns]

Nocturne

I drive through a village at night, the houses rise up in the glare of my headlights---they're awake, want to drink. Houses, barns, signs, abandoned vehicles---now they clothe themselves in Life. ---The people are sleeping: some can sleep peacefully, others have drawn features as if training hard for eternity. They don't dare let go though their sleep is heavy. They rest like lowered crossing barriers when the mystery draws past.

Outside the village the road stretches far among the forest trees. And the trees the trees keeping silence in concord with each other. They have a theatrical color, like firelight. How distinct each leaf! They follow me home.

I lie down to sleep, I see strange pictures and signs scribbling themselves behind my eyelids on the wall of the dark. Into the slit between wakefulness and dream a large letter tries to push itself in vain. Tomas Tranströmer, tr. Robin Fulton, The Half-Finished Heaven (Den halvfärdiga himlen, 1962), The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems (New Directions Publishing, 2006)

[lilyhanaart]

Crime & Regret profile 8/13: Eon Ione

luna's brother ⚡️ i haven't posted as much of him as i should, but he's one of my favorites! pathetic gay assassin with the Worst taste in men crushing on the pathetic gaymer from the opposing organization... oh i love them

[simply-ivanka]

Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis began her romantic relationship with her prosecutor 'lover' Nathan Wade in late 2019, three years earlier than they claimed in a court filing, her college friend told a court in bombshell testimony Friday.

It would mean the relationship began before Wade was hired in the Georgia election interference case Willis is pursuing against Donald Trump – and could provide a reason for a judge to disqualify them from the case.

Robin Yeartie's testimony directly contradicts information provided Willis and Wade that the relationship did not begin until after Wade was hired in November 2021.

Not telling the truth while under oath in a court proceeding is a crime, called "Perjury".