new zealand electronic poetry centre

 

Len Lye


online works


AND THE SWEAT ON THE BROW OF CHARING CROSS ROAD


Art is a sprang direct from the mind I presume Livingstone donít hold a road pose. Its 
spring founts are the word for self not in relation to lumbago youth sex or madonnas but 
but but-but-but the solo statement in sit you in-sit-uuu you-you-you the visual knack to 
carry it. This may be double dutch to you but itís treble to me. Not dutch dutch or 
vermeer dutch Franz Hals or middle-ages amazingly constitutional art hickory. That 
vulture food connoisseurs my lazi-sufaire. That Chiaroscura here I come. When the very 
sun rose with Chiriasco and wax apples basked in it. And its hangover lingers on. But the 
brow now puzzled I hope.

 

© Len Lye


Comments
Last updated 22 August, 2001