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The Place to Go in Iceland, If You Dare

You can be of two minds, at once. They are not in conflict. A forest full of quick life to take you there, through the web of your thoughts?

Or a forest of slow, enduring life, the cliff of ghosts that awaits and towers above you, your body given face as memory?

At Botnstjörn, the windless pond sheltered by birches  deep in Ásbyrgi, you can be both at once. They are not in conflict.

Surrender, and feel yourself lose all weight.

Colourful Iceland

This is not a B&W image. This is the sun pooling on the earth. That’s liquid sun there.

It’s black pupil is Iceland. It is watching the night sky. People walk across the eye, this way and that. Some take boats across the sun. They drop lines and nets and pull up the fish of the moon. In Vík, on the South Coast, eternity is never far.

Only in Iceland

Here in Grundarfjörður, a horse trailer and a boat are both parked together in the harbour on an Autumn day. Fish and horses, eh.  That’s the Icelandic way.

p1350418Does that not suggest that this country is a harbour, or a series of them? Are not both journeys, into the sea of the mountains or the sea of the waves, the same journey? And this third journey, up?

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p1360069It is a dangerous place of passage, a place of setting down, departure and return, and a place of harbour and shipwreck at once, but it is the only one there is. It is a tidal zone, for humans.

 

 

Reading Iceland

Here are some poems that the land wrote.
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The land reads them, too.
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Even the sun reads them.

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It helps with the writing as well.

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It is best to consider reading and writing as the same act.

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They happen simultaneously.

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You have the capacity to read along.

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You could call it a map, if you like, for a voyage.p1320732

There and back again.
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Jökulsárlón

Now for a novel.

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