That same imagination that knows no limits, is never permitted to be exercised except according to arbitrary laws of utility; it is incapable of assuming this inferior role for long, and at about the age of twenty, prefers, in general, to abandon Man to his unilluminated destiny. . Art, when its good, possesses a depth that baffles the novice. . They coincide with an eclipse of taste which I am made to endure, I whose idea of taste is a large stain. .
Coming on the heels of a large number of essays I have written in this vein over the past five years, most of which I am indulgent enough to think are extremely disordered, the short anecdotes which comprise the balance of this volume offer me a glaring proof of what I am saying. . . On the island, Surrealism was embraced by sculptor and painters like , , and. . By Sister Wendy Beckett and Patricia Wright.
It is not for me to favour these at the expense of others. . In the guise of civilization, under the pretext of progress, we have suc- ceeded in dismissing from our minds anything that, rightly or wrongly, could be regarded as superstition or myth; and we have proscribed every way of seeking the truth which does not conform to convention. Goll, or with his friends either. Were I a painter, this visual image would no doubt have seemed more important to me than the other. This is another layer of successful flatness. My guests are there to prove it; their fancy is the luminous road that leads there.
It does not require any amount of specialized intelligence. If you do reduplicate the document, indicate the source. I had begun to cherish words immoderately for they space they admit around them, for their tangencies with a host of other words I did not utter. Gave us a good laugh. All images used for illustrative purposes only.
This is because most of the examples which these literatures could have furnished me with are tainted by puerility, for the simple reason that they are addressed to children. . . . In 1925, as a response to automatism, Ernst practiced frottage, using cracks in a floorboard as the surface underneath his drawing paper.
I had no sooner accorded it this place however than it was succeeded by an almost continuous succession of phrases, scarcely less surprising, and leaving me with an impression of gratuitousness such that the control I had exercised over myself up till then seemed illusory and all I could think of was putting an end to the interminable quarrel taking place within me. Tell yourself repeatedly that literature is one of the saddest roads leading to everything. . It results in lengthy statements whose persuasive force derives from their very strangeness, and only impress the reader by recourse to an abstract vocabulary, which is moreover quite ill-defined. . This system is as good as any other. Kill, plunder more quickly, love as much as you wish.
Thought's dictation, in the absence of any control exercised by reason, outside any esthetic or moral concerns. Poetically speaking, they strike you above all by a high degree of instantaneous absurdity, the quality of this absurdity, on closer examination, being to make room for everything admissible, legitimate in the world: the disclosure of a certain number of properties and facts no less objective, in the end, than all the rest. He does not need them all to read as volumes. The original Parisian Surrealists used art as a reprieve from violent political situations and to address the unease they felt about the world's uncertainties. He cannot dispel them; for the will is powerless, and no longer governs the faculties.
Dictation of thought in the absence of all control exercised by reason, outside of all aesthetic and moral preoccupation. One revisits, in the shadows, a precious terror. The scenes in Japan, Italy, and France all show us the side view of a box with figures inside the frame. . There are, you know, certain story-tellers who cannot invent without identifying with their imaginary characters. André Breton, by Ida Kar, 1960.
Let us resolve, therefore: the Marvellous is always beautiful, everything marvellous is beautiful. The innumerable types of surrealist image call for classification, a task which I do not propose to attempt here. Her paintings share similarities with Surrealist works and Breton proclaimed her a Surrealist, but Kahlo rejected the designation. Let yourself be carried along, events will not tolerate your interference. I would like to sleep in order to enable myself to surrender to sleepers, as I surrender to those who read me with their eyes open, in order to stop the conscious rhythm of my thought from prevailing over this material. I believe in the future resolution of these two states -- outwardly so contradic- tory -- which are dream and reality, into a sort of absolute reality, a surreality, so to speak, I am aiming for its conquest, certain that I myself shall not attain it, but too indifferent to my death not to calculate the joys of such possession.