
                                               Robert Crawford's new collection is an exhilarating celebration of the world he lives in: his family,  his fellow Scots,  his country & his country's languages. Beginning with a group of moving,  renewing love poems to his wife,  the book builds into a polyphonic hymn to life in all its aspects. 
 There is a powerful sense of communion & connection in  The Tip of My Tongue: while singing the Scottish part of the planet,  Crawford also embraces the rhythms of the whole circumference
- from Perth,  Scotl&,  to Perth,  Australia
- catching 'how Kincardineshire's sky's/ Transvaalish,  Budapesty,  Santa Barbaran,  / Zurich on a perfect day'. 
 These are poems that are convincingly earthed in the land & the language yet unafraid of spiritual,  even religious notes; richly lyrical & passionate yet shot through with a humour & a vitality that is utterly engaging. As Liam Mc Ilvanney wrote in the  Sunday Herald,  'for intellectual range,  emotional depth,  & lexical shimmer,  Crawford is unsurpassed among recent Scottish poets'.                                             
