Acknowledgements:
MacMillan, London Ltd. For extract from ‘Wisdom, Madness and Folly’ by R.D. Laing.
Fat Cat Publications for ‘The Orra Man’ from ‘At Glasgow Cross and Other poems’ by Freddie Anderson.
We have sought were possible full permission to include the material chosen in WORKERS CITY. The editor and publishers apologise for any error or omission, either textual or attributive, and will be pleased to receive further information regarding any author or passes selected in this anthology.
ANNE MULLEN
For Whom It May Concern
JANETTE SHEPHARD – Two Stories
Where I Came From
Christmas Party
WILLIAM SUTHERLAND
fae A Clydeside Lad
BRENDAN McLAUGHLIN
Life’s A Bowl o’ Cherries
ADAM McNAUGHTON
The Glasgow I Used To Know
JIM McLEAN
A Farewell to Glasgow
ALEXANDER RODGER
(1784-1846)
Sawney, Now the King’s Come
JOHN TAYLOR CALDWELL
The Battle for the Green
SANDY HOBBS
Clyde Apprentices’ Strikes
RUTHERGLEN DRAMA GROUP
Caterpillar Talking Blues
PHIL McPHEE
Hutchie E - A Monument to Corruption, Stupidity and Bad Planning
JOHN McGARRIGLE
Refuge
Write nice things
JAMES MACFARLAN
(1832-1862)
The Rhymer
PETER ARNOTT & PETER MULLAN
Beechgrove Garden Festival
LEWIS GRASSIC GIBBON
(1901-1935)
Glasgow
FARQUHAR McLAY – Three Poems
Toast o’ the Mongers’ Man
Glasgows Smiles
Langmuir an Algie Earns
ETHEL MacDONALD
(1909-1960)
The Volunteer Ban
ROBERT LYNN
Not a Life Story, Just a Leaf from it
R. D. LAING
from Wisdom, Madness and Folly
ALEX CATHCART
Nostalgically Speaking, Imagination is Money
DOMINIC BEHAN
Call Me Comrade
Babylon
THURSO BERWICK
(1919-1981)
Glasgow Eskimoes
IAN McKECHNIE
The Balloon Goes Up
JEFF TORRINGTON
Singing: No, No, Yuppie,Yuppie - NO!
IAIN NICOLSON
The Labour Provost
MATT McGINN
(1928-1977)
A’ for the Sake o’ a Pub Licence
JAMES D. YOUNG
Culture and Socialism
The Scottish literary tradition is quite clear. You speak out for the people all the time. It is a people’s tradition. Whoever or whatever happens to coincide with the people’s tradition, you back them up and you don’t split hairs. That’s how you keep the thing. Solidarity without compromise.
Thurso Berwick
Drumchapel engulfed them like quicksand.
‘Some place,’ Laidlaw said.
‘Aye, there must be some terrible people here.’
‘No’, Laidlaw said. ‘That’s not what I mean. I find the people very impressive. It’s the place that’s terrible. You think of Glasgow. At each of its four corners, this kind of housing-scheme. There’s the Drum and Easterhouse and Pollok and Castlemilk. You’ve got the biggest housing-scheme in Europe here. And what’s there? Hardly anything but houses. Just architectural dumps where they unloaded people like slurry. Penal architecture. Glasgow folk have to be nice people. Otherwise, they would have burned the place to the ground years ago.’
William McIlvanney, ‘Laidlaw’