(Johannes Alt, Graphische Samlung, Albertina, Vienna) It has everything you needthe desk in the light. the chair bentwood and straight. A room of its own around it. The evidence of work begun. In front of course past the terracotta pots, a view of all our earthly works: the town and fields, hedged to perfection. Light, dark, marry on the window's edge, The view, the task. Out there sunlight inks the field with posts, here you plough the page, begin again knotting up these worlds, the word the view, the desk, and behind you, unseen, of course, the bed. The Sydney Morning Herald, March 1993 |
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