Consciousness, Literature and the Arts
Archive
Volume 11 Number 1, April 2010
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WHITE
I'm writing with a white pencil (on the black inside cover of my note pad)
because there's a Buddha sitting on the lawn of a farm house
just as you enter the tiniest of villages, Koster, on the island of Møn
At first it looks out of place until you remember
that a Nobel-Prize winning German novelist has a home on the island
and that its light, so clear on this spring day, has beckoned a bundle of artists
(I remember from school that artists come in schools - but so do fish
and the fisheries around here aren't doing as well as the artists these days)
The butt of the island where it juts the furthest into the Baltic Sea
tells its 70 million year-old story, displaying a chalky grin
not unlike that exhibited by the more celebrated artist at Dover