a pair of diamante lorgnettes
birds that are birds, that are not birds, that are, sometimes, something else
clouds stolen from the opening of The Simpsons
death masks
Edgar Allen Poe
Fantomas
Georgette. Naked Georgette. Clothed Georgette. Incomplete Georgette. Always Georgette
horses' bells
inflamed euphoniums
jokes & jockeys
kiss. No, not the rock group but the Rodin sculpture. But not the Rodin sculpture, only the space it fills
lost worlds
Martin Luther & the King of the Jews
neologism, or at least the attachment of new labels
open-toed boots
pleasure that the girl gets from eating a bird
quantum leaps
rendering the impossible possible
sacks that cover the lovers' heads
this is not an apple, nor a pipe, not even a piece of cheese
using speech to show how speech misleads
victory is what was hoped for in this break in the clouds, even if they turned their backs on the war & the victory came unseen
what lasts is how the lovers shared a space, not how they looked at one another
x-rays of leaves, the skeletons of trees
"Your dialectics & your Surrealism en plein soleil are threadbare," wrote André Breton. "Sorry, Breton, but the invisible thread is on your bobbin," replied Magritte
Zeus. Anger. Hubris
1 comment:
Beautiful. Thanks for the inspiration, Mark.
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