Fine art as surveillance, airs breezing through,
glittery, getting deep, manufacturing
learning and, to begin, their signs fusing,
being most strange, an inhospitable play.
Often, they withdraw control, from seeing
the mind wobbly off the base where it’s bounced
twisting its luxuriance into the fire
reflecting in windows. It pulverises
reality in human relationships,
imbecility and the spoken power
over what it smashes, and recoiling.
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Lawrence Upton
Visiting Fellow, Music Dept,
Goldsmiths, University of London
New Cross, London SE14 6NW
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