As you will note from the October poem, I visited an art gallery today. It is situated near the river, I say river, but it is technically not a river proper - someone told me the definition, but anyway I think of it as a river - and that's enough - the gallery is for local artists, both amateurs and professionals. I have been going there for a number of years and can see that the majority of art exhibited and for sale is intended for interior decoration. I mean people paint with a particular trend or fashion in mind. They seem to like what I call the lycra colours. I prefer earth colours, but I can see that if your kitchen is dark, and in Denmark it does get dark a lot - you want to lighten things up with white walls etc. Today, I came across a young teacher who is a street artist and sculptor. I found his work refreshing, because it is similar to my own when I was at art college. I believed in art that could get a message across - radical art, but also test the aesthetic frontiers. Some of his work is like Banksie in its impact, however rather than being the lonely graffitti artist spraying his work in the dead of the night - he is public and involves the community. He also works on art that is more on classical lines. I was impressed by his sculpture which is made from rusted metal (they love metal here as there was a shipyard on the island - now I think involved in tidal power projects) - you can see lots of rusty metal sculpture - but his was gutsie - more figurative, and more committed to a cause. This I prefer to the art as therapy or art for interior decoration - and that is not to diss those works as they have their value to the artist and lots of people like this art. On top of visiting the gallery, I made a visit to a charity shop. I got myself a belt. I got a book at a snip (5kr) on Egyptian civilization - here I am reminded of Lucien Freud who in a book revealed that a German book from the 1930's published by Phaidon got him hooked on Egyptian art - I got it out from the library once and can see why he was influenced by it. I love the Phaidon books - there are plenty around, those and Thames & Hudson. My bible for Modern Art was a book by the poet and critic Sir Herbert Read. He did an earlier book for Penguin - I got a second copy. He was really good on sculpture too. I still could not believe he was a First World War Poet - but then Edmund Blunden also wrote on art too. Another book, which I started, and I can heartily recommend is Carol Shield's Unless. I have never read anything by her before, so today was a risk! Not much though as her book was secondhand too. I like the way she manages to cover erudite subjects without showing the stitches - I mean she integrates factual stuff or domesticates it by making fun of it - yet she never dumbs things down - now that I like in a writer. When I started the October poem, I thought of Shield's approach - I thought yes, take the reader in slowly from now to Egypt, then use the dualism to ask serious questions about the future of the internet and archiving. I am always reminded of the destruction of the classical libraries in Egypt and China.