I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
Between my sleeping and dreaming,
Between me and the one in me
Who I suppose I am,
A river flows without end.
Be not content with the living of other people’s thoughts. Let thine own life have an individuality all its own.
Every flower in the field lives its own life, reflects its own thoughts, externalizes the ideal of the spirit.
In the external life be like a crystal, reflecting the pure white light of spirit within.
A single being
Caused the pure snow to melt
Made flowers grow in the grass
And the sun is set free
- POEM – A burst of laughter – of sapphire in the island of Ceylon – The most beautiful straws -HAVE A FADED COLOR – UNDER THE LOCKS – on an isolated farm – FROM DAY TO DAY – the pleasant- grows worse – coffee – preaches for its saint – THE DAILY ARTISAN OF YOUR BEAUTY – MADAM – of silk stockings – is not – A leap into space – A STAG -Love above all (etc…,fh)
Andre Breton, Practicing the surrealist method: ‘Manifesto du Surréalisme’, 1924
I begin with movement… …I believe that all human visual experiences are born from movement…
Ernst Ludwig Kirchner