THE WEE CLEAN AIR OF LOCHWEEDOM by Robbie (The Nude) Kinfiddle
unusual edition compiled by Abacus publishing, brings together the
definitive collection of Scotland's foremost poet and commentator, Robbie
Kinfiddle, known to his friends as 'Robbie The Nude". Born
Robert McNude Kinfiddle in 1887 into the backdrop of Scotland's bleak Loch
Aberdoodle, he grew up to be, essentially, a grown man. Then he set about in the
nearby town of Glenbuttock to seek his fortune with his singular brand of
laconic and observationalist poems. An example of his early verse would be the
lyrical "Ooooh, I steppes on sum shit I tells yaer "
where he defiantly announces:
I steppes on sum shit I tells yaer!
just thee other day
Right in it ah went
An ma wife wouldn'ai let me in tha hoose after
unusual a-rythmic qualities to his verse soon caught the attention of
traditionalists, some who felt his was a step toward the modern, while others
felt he was an illiterate fool who merely could neither spell nor actually write
poetry, however has stood the test of time. When read in it's original
pronunciations, the verse is languid and up to date. We can see from a later
work "Ballocks to yer" that even in old age, he was
as fresh and visceral as ever:
Yer auld fool
Yer barrered twenty coins from me
And neer gave em back.
Lord how I hate yer fer that.
died in 1947 and on his headstone a fitting epitaph from his most famous poem "Aye,
I was a right loooooon":
ah may hai gang nooo,
Boot I leave yer with this:
Ah was a kindly man,
But ma poems were piss.
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