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A Man’s a Man for A’ That

Is there for honest Poverty 
That hings his head, an' a' that; 
The coward slave-we pass him by, 
We dare be poor for a' that! 
For a' that, an' a' that. 
Our toils obscure an' a' that, 
The rank is but the guinea's stamp, 
The Man's the gowd for a' that. 

What though on hamely fare we dine, 
Wear hoddin grey, an' a that; 
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine; 
A Man's a Man for a' that: 
For a' that, and a' that, 
Their tinsel show, an' a' that; 
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, 
Is king o' men for a' that. 

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, 
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that; 
Tho' hundreds worship at his word, 
He's but a coof for a' that: 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
His ribband, star, an' a' that: 
The man o' independent mind 
He looks an' laughs at a' that. 

A prince can mak a belted knight, 
A marquis, duke, an' a' that; 
But an honest man's abon his might, 
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that! 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
Their dignities an' a' that; 
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth, 
Are higher rank than a' that. 

Then let us pray that come it may, 
(As come it will for a' that,) 
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, 
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that. 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
It's coming yet for a' that, 
That Man to Man, the world o'er, 
Shall brothers be for a' that.

Happy Burns Day!

Dan Simpson’s Digital Survival poem


Mashing it up with a desire to win

Tiptapping up a storm

It’s Digital David versus Gutenberg Goliath!

It may be new but it’s a classic competition

an awesome meeting:

Survival of the fittest on the boards of publishing.


But we embrace the middleman

Find poetic interpretations of paper and digital files

Kindle thoughts and discussion –

Fire reinventing itself:

Somehow traditional and actively changing.


So seize on literary roots

like a semi-precious stone cut from the digital environment

hang on for dear life

Hand them to the world as food for reproducing.


Take a risk and inadvertently volunteer yourself

To be part of refreshing the book for the people

hope to answer questions in collaboration:

It becomes easier in a crowd.


Say goodbye to the day, writers and creators

Push your head above the street networks

And paperback parapets

into the Cloud’s thick mist.


Watch for the limits of this land of Newfangle

your independent domain

band together to take on the Random Penguin Queen

and King of the Profession.


Do nothing at all and look forward to losing:

Ceasing to exist is a reason to survive.