Klaus Rothstein Blog Archive Læsø bliss
The dolls of the mist the beautiful island and the pilot places the soft her little pill box with propellers roasted red pepper and tomato soup on Læsø runway. Today, lobster festival at the harbor. Tomorrow's literature festival in the gallery. The first stumble I log in, the other I will help.
This is my first visit to the island, and what do I really know about it? Something about Asger Jorn and Per Kirkeby. Something about seaweed houses and seething. Something about Christian Kampmann roasted red pepper and tomato soup was killed in a jealousy drama in a cottage here by now 25 years ago. The kind.
At the airport in Roskilde, I have met chef Erwin Lauterbach, to sit in the judging panel and help to choose the best dish of the day festival for what they call Læsø gold, Nephrops. In the small departure welcomed I also Torsten Schmidt, talented and creative chef who collects prices as radishes.
Chefs people were in private, but we just said see you in a little while, the greater the island and port do not. Then I walked away with the pilot from Copenhagen roasted red pepper and tomato soup Air Taxi, who personally takes its passengers. Small is beautiful, I thought. roasted red pepper and tomato soup But then I had to throw both belt and glasses, all were screened as on an international flight. Even a Läkerol package in my pocket going through the machine. "There is aluminum in them there," said the man, and I looked like a question mark.
Anti-terrorism is good. At the airfield roasted red pepper and tomato soup in Læsø is now reduced to a fence with chicken roasted red pepper and tomato soup wire of about 80 centimeters between the parking area and the runway, and it must be well enough to prevent Al Qaeda to strike the island. But when I go home after two days, I think anyway, that I well could have gotten a conspirator to fly arms from Frederikshavn, and then I could have forced the plane down in the near desert roasted red pepper and tomato soup state. It's called Anholt and looks like from the air.
My host on the island called Jon Eirik Lundberg. He runs Læsø Kunsthal and is the organizer of a microscopic literature festival. Festivals must indeed have. The island has just had one for art. And for weaving. And that is also one of langoustines, now for the tenth time. It's a draw, I discover when I go down into the harbor, where tourists flock, while gulls as big as dogs sitting on the ridge costs and throws screams out of the long yellow beak.
Læsø Kunsthal is decorated in an old forge, as Jon Eirik Lundberg took a couple roasted red pepper and tomato soup of years ago. Here he arranges exhibitions, while his wife, artist Helene roasted red pepper and tomato soup height, sitting in his workshop upstairs and work, among other things ornementeringer in gold and silver on a beautifully curved pipes, as the internationally recognized pipe artist Anna Julie from Læsø designs and cuts.
In 1999, he was a young man with a poet dreams of Oslo. One day he looked at the Cinematheque a movie where Thorkild Bjørnvig told about Karen Blixen, and it struck him that Danish was a beautiful language, and he had an uncontrollable desire to stay in Copenhagen. Fortunately, he met a family who gave him shelter in Frederiksberg, and later he lived eighteen months in a cold, bare room in Saint Peter Straits, where he slept on a mattress on the floor and warmed canned food in an egg cooker.
The room was not approved for housing, and the door hung Jon Eirik a name tag for the publisher Caligula, which he had created to publish his own poems. When he's not writing, he worked as an extra at the Royal Theatre. He remembers it as a very poet like time, almost Hamsunian, very free, but also very sad.
After seven years in Copenhagen, began Jon Eirik Lundberg reading philosophy. He knew that the Norwegian philosopher Hans Kolstad had settled on Læsø because his girlfriend's aunt had a house where he could write books, translate French philosophers and edit the texts of Plato's complete works. And now wrote the young man to master, and asked if he could become a private pupil of him and get intensive guidance roasted red pepper and tomato soup to his bachelor of Henri Bergson. That he would like.
Jon Eirik and Helene moves to Læsø. He should study, roasted red pepper and tomato soup she should work. The decorating shop and studio in an old barn, and it goes well. After a few years they move back to Copenhagen, but maintaining the link to the island, where Jon Eirik falls in love Klokkebøjen, a brown café on the harbor, condemned and ready for demolition. He is allowed to borrow it and open the gallery. roasted red pepper and tomato soup
Some time after becoming the old port forge vacant, and the Norwegian culture contractor gets a lease. He sees great potential in the stately building with the high port. When such a gate opens, all curious, he says. Here he dreams of achieving a level, which is also His Kolstad roasted red pepper and tomato soup had, but had gone to his mother again, even the idea of a center of Scandinavian art and culture. Læsø has always roasted red pepper and tomato soup been a place of transit for Denmark, Norway and Sweden, he says. Maybe the island outskirts of Copenhagen, but it is the center of Scandinavia.
His Kolstads and Jon Eirik show
The dolls of the mist the beautiful island and the pilot places the soft her little pill box with propellers roasted red pepper and tomato soup on Læsø runway. Today, lobster festival at the harbor. Tomorrow's literature festival in the gallery. The first stumble I log in, the other I will help.
This is my first visit to the island, and what do I really know about it? Something about Asger Jorn and Per Kirkeby. Something about seaweed houses and seething. Something about Christian Kampmann roasted red pepper and tomato soup was killed in a jealousy drama in a cottage here by now 25 years ago. The kind.
At the airport in Roskilde, I have met chef Erwin Lauterbach, to sit in the judging panel and help to choose the best dish of the day festival for what they call Læsø gold, Nephrops. In the small departure welcomed I also Torsten Schmidt, talented and creative chef who collects prices as radishes.
Chefs people were in private, but we just said see you in a little while, the greater the island and port do not. Then I walked away with the pilot from Copenhagen roasted red pepper and tomato soup Air Taxi, who personally takes its passengers. Small is beautiful, I thought. roasted red pepper and tomato soup But then I had to throw both belt and glasses, all were screened as on an international flight. Even a Läkerol package in my pocket going through the machine. "There is aluminum in them there," said the man, and I looked like a question mark.
Anti-terrorism is good. At the airfield roasted red pepper and tomato soup in Læsø is now reduced to a fence with chicken roasted red pepper and tomato soup wire of about 80 centimeters between the parking area and the runway, and it must be well enough to prevent Al Qaeda to strike the island. But when I go home after two days, I think anyway, that I well could have gotten a conspirator to fly arms from Frederikshavn, and then I could have forced the plane down in the near desert roasted red pepper and tomato soup state. It's called Anholt and looks like from the air.
My host on the island called Jon Eirik Lundberg. He runs Læsø Kunsthal and is the organizer of a microscopic literature festival. Festivals must indeed have. The island has just had one for art. And for weaving. And that is also one of langoustines, now for the tenth time. It's a draw, I discover when I go down into the harbor, where tourists flock, while gulls as big as dogs sitting on the ridge costs and throws screams out of the long yellow beak.
Læsø Kunsthal is decorated in an old forge, as Jon Eirik Lundberg took a couple roasted red pepper and tomato soup of years ago. Here he arranges exhibitions, while his wife, artist Helene roasted red pepper and tomato soup height, sitting in his workshop upstairs and work, among other things ornementeringer in gold and silver on a beautifully curved pipes, as the internationally recognized pipe artist Anna Julie from Læsø designs and cuts.
In 1999, he was a young man with a poet dreams of Oslo. One day he looked at the Cinematheque a movie where Thorkild Bjørnvig told about Karen Blixen, and it struck him that Danish was a beautiful language, and he had an uncontrollable desire to stay in Copenhagen. Fortunately, he met a family who gave him shelter in Frederiksberg, and later he lived eighteen months in a cold, bare room in Saint Peter Straits, where he slept on a mattress on the floor and warmed canned food in an egg cooker.
The room was not approved for housing, and the door hung Jon Eirik a name tag for the publisher Caligula, which he had created to publish his own poems. When he's not writing, he worked as an extra at the Royal Theatre. He remembers it as a very poet like time, almost Hamsunian, very free, but also very sad.
After seven years in Copenhagen, began Jon Eirik Lundberg reading philosophy. He knew that the Norwegian philosopher Hans Kolstad had settled on Læsø because his girlfriend's aunt had a house where he could write books, translate French philosophers and edit the texts of Plato's complete works. And now wrote the young man to master, and asked if he could become a private pupil of him and get intensive guidance roasted red pepper and tomato soup to his bachelor of Henri Bergson. That he would like.
Jon Eirik and Helene moves to Læsø. He should study, roasted red pepper and tomato soup she should work. The decorating shop and studio in an old barn, and it goes well. After a few years they move back to Copenhagen, but maintaining the link to the island, where Jon Eirik falls in love Klokkebøjen, a brown café on the harbor, condemned and ready for demolition. He is allowed to borrow it and open the gallery. roasted red pepper and tomato soup
Some time after becoming the old port forge vacant, and the Norwegian culture contractor gets a lease. He sees great potential in the stately building with the high port. When such a gate opens, all curious, he says. Here he dreams of achieving a level, which is also His Kolstad roasted red pepper and tomato soup had, but had gone to his mother again, even the idea of a center of Scandinavian art and culture. Læsø has always roasted red pepper and tomato soup been a place of transit for Denmark, Norway and Sweden, he says. Maybe the island outskirts of Copenhagen, but it is the center of Scandinavia.
His Kolstads and Jon Eirik show
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