With the hurricane lamp
With the sawmill so busy it can no
longer be seen
With all the stars of hot blue words With streetcars effaced except for
their trolley poles, which point in
all directions . . .
With the lightning zigzags describing
desert furniture . . . That is the house of Yves Tanguy.
Thus the high priest of surrealism, French Poet Andre Breton, once tried to describe the atmosphere of some of the strangest paintings ever created. Last week the Wadsworth Atheneum in Hart ford, Conn, was staging a retrospective show of paintings by Yves Tanguy and his wife, Kay Sage.