Barnhill, Isle of Jura. The remote house where George Orwell wrote 1984.
Un-getable by David Manderson
This is where it came to.
The poorhouse stench
And the road running out
On the rim of the world.
A white seamed face
Tubes and flues choked with dust,
A bloody cough,
On the edge of the world.
Where it all came together.
Clack of the typewriter.
Time running out.
Clocks striking the un-getable hour
At the end of the world.
My Creative Journey
Mountain and water. Cycling by the water’s edge. Bike’s the only way I can get there. Seals, a sea otter, herons flapping. I’m hardly out of the little town. This is easy.
And then the land changes. I’m alongside the paps. Get off and push, then freewheel. Wheee! Houses, small bays, sand, crooked jetties. I’m doing fine.
And then the land changes. Leg muscles on fire. Hands sore from gripping. Push on. Surely I’m nearly there.
‘Aye it’s a public road,’ a man shouts. ‘Just another seven miles.’
And then the land changes. Bleak hillside. Dark land and pale water. Road stony. I start to push. I abandon the bike. Start walking. Is it worth it?
Yeh. I’ve been reading him, reading about him again.
His wife dead, his son an infant. A cough shaking him to bits. And yet he came here. The road stumbles on.
And then the land changes. There’s the house. It looks at the sea. Close up, it’s his face. Marked with dark lines. Knowing his death. Yet he came here.
I turn to go back. A lifetime, a journey, a death. Nothing done easily. But that’s all there is in the end.
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