Robert Louis Stevenson Fellowship: Stuart A. Paterson

Robert Louis Stevenson Fellowship: Stuart A. Paterson
Category: Writing

Stuart A. Paterson was one of four writers awarded the Robert Louis Stevenson Fellowship in 2014. On the occaision of Robert Louis Stevenson's 164th Birthday was written by Stuart during his time at the Hôtel Chevillon International Arts Centre at Grez-sur-Loing in France to celebrate the 164th birthday of Robert Louis Stevenson.

On November 13th, 1850, one Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson was born into the noted Stevenson family, at 8 Howard Street, Edinburgh. Engineering & design was very much the Stevenson game & it`s easy to imagine young Smout (or `Runt`as he was known at a young age due to his lack of size) being lost to the more practical professions, lighthouse engineering or the law. Thankfully, for us, his was a restless & curious mind, a travelling soul who would one day fetch up here where I am now, in Grez-sur-Loing, already about his travelling business, ready to meet future wife Fanny Osborne with whom he`d embark on a life-long journey which would see him settle (& eventually die) on Samoa in the south Pacific.

More about my own experiences here at another time. On Thursday night, I took a framed RLS print for a pint, on his birthday, me & 2 Finnish artists & an American fossil fern expert. It`s what he would`ve wanted. How unfortunate, that my carefully researched plans into acquiring & bringing a life-size RLS cut-out should eventually come to nought (they couldn`t make a fold-up version alas) – I`d rather have liked him standing next to me in the local bar while I slopped red wine all over him in the midst of ranting about the Referendum result. I think it`s enough that I`M here, where he was & where he wanted to be back then, & that a glass or two was raised to a framed print of him looking extremely Stevensonesque at Barbizon in the 1870s. It was tough going, mind – I`d never got a framed picture drunk before.



Grez-sur-Loing 13-11-2014


A strange thing, you`d think, taking a framed print

For an evening of banter & drink

But here, where plans were made, travels mapped,

Love found loitering in late Spring shade

Two centuries back, we will walk out on your birthday,

Man & print, to Le Bar Relais.


In mid-November the weather seems

To be trying hard to remember you,

Day upon day of sun & that sort of hynotic light

Which tempts dragonflies to lazy flight,

Mesmerises the world into thinking

We´re a lifetime of seasons from winter.


Last week, after hours of floundering through

Nearby woods, I found a path home &

Rather magically, a tiled sign announcing

Chemin Robert Louis Stevenson

Complete with portrait –your body trees,

Your face made of futures, en route to Grez.


You`d come this way in 1876

From Barbizon, walked miles through forest

And met your future wife at Hotel Chevillon.

I walked you home, updated you on Scotland,

The Referendum, heard your resigned sigh,

Was glad to know that you`d have voted Aye.


Tonight, Louis, we`ll show them who`s boss,

Slap imaginary shoulders, put right the world

To when it was, down Normandy Calvados

And when midnight comes walk to the old bridge,

Drink the river, unpaint the moon,

Meet each other this beautiful side of never.

Stuart A. Paterson

Stuart A. Paterson was born in 1966 and brought up in Ayrshire. He received an Eric Gregory Award from the Society of Authors in 1992 and a Scottish Arts Council Writer’s Bursary in 1993. He founded and edited the international poetry and prose review Spectrum, from 1989 to 1996. Stuart’s first collection, Saving Graces, was published by Diehard (Poetry Scotland) in 1997. His work has also appeared in many anthologies, including Dream State: The New Scottish Poets (Polygon), A Year In Poetry (Random House), Scottish Literature in the Twentieth Century (Scottish Cultural Press) and The Forward Book of Poetry (Sinclair-Stevenson). Stuart moved to Manchester in 1998 where he was involved in running writers’ groups in the mental health sector & in schools. He returned to live by the sea and write in Galloway in 2012.