The Simplest Act Of Surrealism

I Believe In The Pure Surrealist Joy Of The Man Who, Forewarned That All Others Before Him Have Failed, Refused To Admit Defeat, Sets Off From Watever Point He Chooses, Along Any Other Pat Save A Reasonable One, And Arrives Wherever He Can.

There Is By My Leaning Over The Precipice Of Your Presence And Your Absence In Hopeless Fusion My Finding The Secret Of Loving You Always For The First Time

I Love You On The Surface Of Seas Red Like The Egg When It Is Green

A Game: Say Something. Close Your Eyes And Say Something. Anything, A Number, A Name. Like This (she Closes Her Eyes): Two, Two What? Two Women. What Do They Look Like? Wearing Black. Where Are They? In A Park. . . . And Then, What Are They Doing? Try It, It's So Easy, Why Don't You Want To Play? You Know, That's How I Talk To Myself When I'm Alone, I Tell Myself All Kinds Of Stories. And Not Only Silly Stories: Actually, I Live This Way Altogether.

It Is Hard Not To See Into The Future, Faced With Today's Blind Architecture - A Thousand Times More Stupid And More Revolting Than That Of Other Ages. How Bored We Shall Be Inside!