AustLit

Author's note: Under the columned portico of the British Museum, there is lying on its side, dead, a great stone figure from Easter Island - or - rather not dead quite, but very nearly; it lies as in a trance, its formless features barely obtruding through the stone - a masterpiece of elimination; its stone soul retreating inwardly into itself, into limitless other-dimensional vistas; cold extra-human formulae of abstraction.