Showing posts with label Denmark. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Denmark. Show all posts
Friday, 4 May 2012
Doverodde Diary: Day 5 - Gold Boat and Mountain Man
Bronze Age, Stone Age: who knows? Our ancestors often reused burial mounds – they were a practical, plundering people. Now, we’re a little more respectful, or perhaps – profligate.
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When King Skjold died, his body was sent to sea in a boat filled with gold. But the boat was so heavily laden that it stranded on the Limfjord and to avoid embarrassment Skjold was buried, as had been the custom in ancient times, under a barrow of earth. You can see the sea from its summit.
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No one dares to steal the gold from this tomb because an evil troll is guarding it. However, the troll (who is not above stealing) helps himself to wives and children from the farms nearby. The troll will release the gold when Denmark is in its hour of need. Meanwhile the locals must put up with the troll’s evil ways.
Thursday, 3 May 2012
Doverodde Diary: Day 4 - Which Bird?
They say that birdsong is a sure sign of spring. Well, this week every bird is in song, so I’m not sure why that bird, or rather that song, arrested me. I’m afraid I can’t quite describe how it went, being no expert in the curious phonetics of birdsong. I stared into the branches for some time before I saw a small dull thing perched on what looked like a dead twig at the very tip of the tree. I was able to match the peculiar sound to the wobble of its throat, so I knew I’d got the right one. But what was it?
Liz peered where I was pointing and said she thought it might be the Fuglekonge.
The Fuglekonge, or crested wren, is Europe’s smallest bird, and rather rare, according to the bird book. I was impressed that we’d found a Fuglekonge without even trying, but the bird book also suggested that what we’d seen was actually a Stillids, or common goldfinch. Now Liz says it’s a goldfinch for sure, but I’m sticking to my small bird story.
Wednesday, 2 May 2012
Doverodde Diary: Day 3 - His Last Journey
The loyal assistant has tears in his voice. The princess is filmed from behind; we glimpse her hair knotted demurely beneath her hat. We do not see the funeral. The news cuts from the disappearing hearse to recent footage of shipping containers, each branded with a white star. We are informed that they will continue to circle the seas.
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Doverodde Diary: Day 2 - The Gardener
An empty bucket is a bad omen. But when I encounter Liz, she
is carrying a bucket full to the brim with dandelions. As we talk she squashes
the yellow heads down into the bucket with her hoe and a bitter smell rises; at
least, she says, she caught them before the seeds could blow all over the
square. I look at the neat paving under our feet, where pink bricks have been set
down among the grey.
- It’s a rose, Liz says.
Doverodde Diary: Day 1 - Watch out for otters
The poster has hung in the kitchen for so long that the otter is beginning to fade to the same colour as the water. Pas på odderen. It’s ambiguous. Are there otters in the kitchen, or only among the reeds? Should the otter be watching out for me, or should I be watching out for the otter? This faded otter looks too respectable to bite anyone. She holds out her paws as if she were about to begin playing a piano sonata.
Wednesday, 25 April 2012
Friday, 20 April 2012
Ord Kraft Literature Festival, Aalborg
Take one typewriter ...
a rubber stamp ...
and a Danish book artist ...
and the result...
UDKANT
a pop book
containing a poem
Mette-Sofie D. Ambeck and I will be creating copies of this book
and giving them away to the public at OrdKraft in Aalborg
this weekend 19 - 21 April 2012.
'Udkant' or 'On the margins' is the theme of the
Doverodde Book Arts Festival
17 - 20 May 2012.
Thursday, 19 April 2012
Residency on the Limfjord
Saturday, 10 September 2011
Udkant: On The Margins

Doverodde Book Arts Festival IV
Limfjordscentret Doverodde Købmandsgård, Hurup Thy, Denmark
Plans are afoot for the Doverodde Book Arts Festival at Limfjordscentret in Denmark in May 2012. This year the theme of the festival will be Udkant which can be translated as 'on the margins'. Mette-Sofie Ambeck, book artist and the Festival's Project Consultant, says that Udkant may mean 'being on the edge of what is allowed – being furthest away from the centre – or on the edge of a remote place like a forest'.
Those visiting the Festival to experience the exhibitions, workshops and book arts symposium will be sustained by music performed by cellist Regina Brunke and cakes baked in the 'book cafe'.
This year the Doverodde Book Arts Center will appoint a writer-in-residence to produce a body of work in response to the nature and culture of the Limfjord. I'm excited to have been invited to fill this position and I look forward to working in this beautiful and historic area of north-west Denmark in the month leading up to the Festival.
Thursday, 23 December 2010
On the Road to Doverodde

The Doverodde Coast
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