surfing surreal eatable pebbles (Quotes by others) by rllivesay (Execution of jeweled mercy by flying philanthropist’s lobotomies)…added to the rebels of the night "Everything leads us to believe that there is a certain state of mind from which life and death, the real and the imaginary, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, height and depth are no longer perceived as contradictory." -- André Breton, Second Manifesto of Surrealism (1929) EFP by RLL I gott’a chip off the old block on my shoulder and sawdust in my brain Art seeping from my pores electrifying my imagination and inspiration to Form a form of Ecclesiastical education bent on bending hierarchical gain My soul rebels at confinement of the senses, be they rational or surreal…Pound As Rumi says, ”The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning; The whole business of love is to drown in the sea. A new rule, a new law has been born; Break all the glasses and draw near to the glassblower.” I am the grape upon the vine, not the wine but hiding from the winepress Can I be drunk from artistic infusion, what the wine maker calls delusion? Or might I search secrets of metaphysical blood, mixed by a nightingale’s song? You are Whitman, you are Poe, you are Mark Twain, you are Emily Dickinson and Edna St. Vincent Millay, you are Neruda and Mayakovsky and Pasolini, you are an American or a non-American, you can conquer the conquerors with words....Ferlinghetti In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, you are interested in poetry. Marianne Moore The bloody rawness drains into the veins feeding brains oft called insanes And real frogs hop through Marianne’s fantasy garden eating buglets Fore with bits and bats that splat and spat upon the paper highway’s form Forewarned and armed with mighty pen and ink, lost in mind’s skating rink Cry ho! and twitch and moan, exacting words that bloom within the clouds Out loud in moments of sanction, speak of curly words that seem absurd Lifting burdens, I scratch the sky with Will’s left eye and Persia’s thigh: rll It is the way I breathe through chronic terrifying ferns through a black ungracious stoma …Therefore I can never name myself or plot myself according to the sparks or the splinters from the workbench…Will Alexander Contemplate the expansion of the heart within you, that you may not be reproached with, do you not see? …Qur’an 15:21
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