A nice article about him here: The Beauty of Stillness.
And a poem:
After a Death by Tomas Tranströmer
translated by Robert Bly
Once there was a shock that left behind a long, shimmering comet tail. It keeps us inside. It makes the TV pictures snowy. It settles in cold drops on the telephone wires. One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by the cold. It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body. The samurai looks insignificant beside his armor of black dragon scales.
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Installation: A Gust of Wind by Paul Cocksedge
Gust of Wind, please.
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