15 March 2006

A whirling good time

I was about to write that I wandered down to watch Len Lye's Water Whirler at Frank Kitts last night (which ws quite lovely) but was instead remided of the only poem I know by heart. I think it's by Spike Milligan:

I wandered lonely as a cloud,
that floats aloft o'er dale and hills
When all at once I came across
my dog being sick on the daffodils.

There. Isn't that much more interesting than some lengthy pseudo-intellectual rant about the values of kinetic art?

Actually, I think there may be a parallel. I may have just stumbled upon the topic of my thesis. Hurrah!

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