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Where is the Heart of Iceland?

A simple farm in the East, far from everything?

No, at the centre. This was the heart of some of Icelands greatest modern poems. Reykjavik is the wasteland here. What caught my eye was the oddness of this sewing machine and this bone, honoured on this picnic table.

What  held me was this poem by Krystján Einarsson. Just say it out loud. The sound is enough.

Know that when you drive away, you are leaving the heart for the hands, and you’ll have to come back.