«A defiant affirmation of Gaelic cultural pride, it's a political call to arms as well [...] It's hard, all those decades later, to recapture the feeling that all will be well if only the red flag flies over the Black Cuillin. Yet it's difficult too to resist the ingenuous eloquence of a poem which - in a single Neruda-esque sweep - takes in the beauties of the country and the sufferings of its poor and then sets both against a vastly wider historic background. An Cuilithionn proclaims the utter centrality of the utterly parochial. A triumph. - The Scotsman ... it communicates intense intellectual and emotional excitement by way of breathless syntactical structures and tumbling, seemingly inexhaustible rhymes. - The Times Literary Supplement»