I want to try something a little bit different, to make a blog post that is additive over a period of time, to post the bare bones, a few suggestions, invite dialogue and add and edit the text accordingly. If I am interested in my own thought, it is more than mere narcissism, it is the thought that immediately presents itself to me, but it is far from being the entirety of surrealist thought on the notion of community. So I'd like to suggest that this post could become a communal thought of what the surrealist community might be. Also that having shaped this, I leave it open enough for others to take up the idea and either make their own thoughts or collections of thoughts available to each other and to 'the world' - which will no doubt be duly grateful...
Therefore I would like to ask my fellow surrealists to post in the comments section here, ideas, practices, references, on community, collective action, utopian thought, experiments in intersubjectivity, reflections on the concept of a "surrealist civilisation". If this can become a part of a dialogue, a new document might be built up from it, or maybe we'll find a lot of more or less interesting, but very disparate thoughts and comments.
Not a single comment! At least I got some likes on Facebook!
ReplyDeleteIts funny you mentioned narcissism because I noticed this in another of your posts. I can't see how you are a surrealist at all. Your writing isn't surrealist and doesn't show a trace of understanding what surrealism is. Thats Breton's ideas of surrealism and those outside of Breton as well. You seem to me to be an unhappy bitter windy old fellow with narcissim problems.
DeleteThis is intended as a performance piece, It's not finished yet.
ReplyDeleteOn a sweet and windy day a man on billowing sheets was lifted into the sky
where a beautiful rooster clawing off windward
pecked at people flying with a fragrant taste of metal in ears
falling from windows
remembering what never had happened
to the lines of traffic
in the city of opinions
that collided and ran helter skelter out to sea
lost in a jar of jam in a boot
on a sweet and windy day
a beautiful rooster hunted a man
in billowing sheets of sky
with a fragrant taste of metal in ears
that flew from a window
where people eating were lost in the dark
on a sweet windy man
a windy men
a wendy min
a swit a mawn
a mun
a swite
a swote
a day a windy dee a billowing dye a bellowing lifted him doh
in a jar in a sky of jam
a jeer of jum
a joor in a bite on the sea
and was lost on a windy day
in a bate of scoorying roople
a bat of fragrance and tust
a beet that poked and skrytched
and bet on the beetiful paester
a bite of metal that ran out their ears
and bit the helter
boat and skelter
bought
a boot
but
the fish were in a mood of green
but
the lines of jam in the jar of traffic in the city
were lost in a muddle of opinion that ran and collided with the sea
but
the opinions were lost in the city in a jar of jam
swote with lines
swit and traffic
swite
swet
on a sweet and windy day
a man on billowing sheets was lifted up to the sky
where a beautiful rooster clawing off windward pecked a the people
falling from the windows
remembering what never had happened
in the lines of traffic
in the city of opinions
colliding and running helter skelter out to sea
that lost a jar of jam
when a balloon burst
a lady dropped her telephone on the pavement
and an army of ants marched out
they all were barking