A Watersong of the Kelvin and for the Rio Atrato
We’re grateful to Glasgow-based singer-songwriter and criminologist, Fergus McNeill, for sharing his song, “Watersong” about the River Kelvin with the Rios Solidarios project. Although we had originally conceived of the project as a visual arts project, how could we not resist sharing this message of solidarity as a wonderful start to the project especially given the wonderful tradition of song and storytelling in communities of the Atrato.
See here for Vida te Quiro Viva, a song developed to articulate the importance and interdependence of self, community and environmental care during the pandemic.
If you are interested in contributing artworks to Rios Solidarios you can find the details here.
- Jan Nimmo
A Watersong of the Kelvin and for the Rio Atrato
Fergus McNeill, 29th August 2021
I admit that I hadn’t given much thought to rivers, or our relationships with them, until last year. As for many people I think, the way that my world shrunk around me forced me to engage with my immediate surroundings much more thoughtfully. During the first of the Covid-19 lockdowns, on my one permitted daily walk, I would wander from my house, across a busy road, and into the tranquillity of the University of Glasgow’s Garscube estate, through which flows the River Kelvin.
Over the months that followed, I explored many different routes, but they all involved the river, and as the pandemic and our altered lives wore on I walked through the seasons by and with the river.
Only one season had turned by August 2020, when I attended the Glasgow Song writing Festival (online of course). When, in the first session of the festival, folk singer-songwriter Emily Barker invited us to write a song about a body of water that meant something to us, it was the River Kelvin that immediately sprang to my mind. The Kelvin also runs through the University of Glasgow’s main campus in the West End of the city, and my life has been inter-twined with that place since 1984.
To stimulate our song writing, Emily asked us to read a short article in the Guardian by George Monbiot, bemoaning the neglect and abuse of rivers in the UK. I read it with a sense of shame, realising that rivers (and the Kelvin in particular) had been sustaining and nurturing me throughout my life, and especially through the lockdown, but that I had given nothing back to them.
That thought led me to write ‘Watersong’ from the River Kelvin’s perspective. The Watersong is the tender love song that any river might sing to the humans it sustains, but it is also, more subtly, a song of protest at being used and taken for granted. The Watersong challenges me to think about and act upon the asymmetry of these relationships: The rivers give, and we take. It leaves us with the question, ‘What can we do to change that?’
When, very recently, I heard about the the Rivers in Solidarity/Rios Solidarios project, I realised immediately that it responds to the same question, specifically by raising awareness of environmental injustice around the Rio Atrato in Colombia, and by inviting creative expressions of solidarity from other rivers and peoples.
Solidarity requires the reciprocity and balance that, I hope, the Watersong challenges us to consider in our relationships not just with rivers, but also with one another. So, I send the song and with it my good wishes to the Rio Atrato and the people there struggling for justice, and for their river. In solidarity.
You can listen to Watersong on YouTube via this link: https://youtu.be/ONx0QtHaIRM
A sort of love song, but it’s about my relationship with the River Kelvin. Or maybe about the river's relationship with me, since it's written from the river's perspective.
You won’t recall where we first met
I passed you on the Western steps
The indifference of youth perhaps, you didn't notice me
Our paths have crossed a thousand times
The tributaries intertwined
The busyness of life perhaps, you couldn’t cease
But when the world slowed, I -- still flowed and
You found me when your need was strong
When the doors closed, I -- still flowed and
Finally, you heard my song
You walked beside me every day
I whispered all your woes away
Lost in froth and foam, drowned in horseback brown*
You saw me fall in grey and gold
Watched the life around me grow
Baptised, I drew you so far down, and turned you round
So when the world spins, and -- time thins, will
You find me when my need is strong?
And when clocks turn, and -- lights burn, still
Listen to the water’s song?
Will you still hear me?
Will you still hear?
When the world slowed, I -- still flowed and
You found me when the need was strong
But when the world spins, and – when time thins, still
listen to the water’s song
And when weary feet can walk no more
I’ll carry you from bridge to shore
In the ocean we begin again, times without end
[*This line borrows some words from Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem Inversnaid, surely one of the most beautiful river poems.]