Wo Licht ist, ist Werden.
Schelling
The oak panel leaning on the easel faces away from view -
a tilted upper case Alpha. As always
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with apologies to Montale
Gales that played wild and loose all night
with rubbish in the street and flung plastic
forks like confetti round the garden have died
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According to Lichtenberg
only very few people have ever seen a pure white.
L.Wittgenstein
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What's beneath the chemicals - gold
chloride, gum Arabic - the gloss,
the yellowish cardboard mount on which
the signature is scrawled?
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If I had one wish it would be
to have been born two or three
hundred years earlier in Japan.
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At the station, newspapers, hot
coffees, the metallic smell of departure, the larks
strike their notes, glitzy
overtones from on high after night rain.
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In the Trans-Alpine struggling uphill to Brennero
our compartment door kept sliding open
and shut again with a small click: the day outside
had trained its wide-angle lens on us.
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The train made strides on fiery tracks.
Second stop: a melancholy Woodlawn
weeping birches
the sombre organization of spruce.
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of water and paints a winding road by the sea
a blue-slated house with a narrow green
stair case and a window sill on which two apples
and three oranges lavish
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'...deeper than did ever plummet sound//
I'll drown my book.'
Prospero in The Tempest. Shakespeare
Act V Scene 1
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