Originally published on February 12, 2014 on Tumblr.
Here’s some surrealist poetry & a slightly surrealist video to go with a an image from one of my favorite iphonic surrealists.
GOLD MEDAL
Night jostles her stars
It rains sand and cotton
It is so hot
but silence weaves sighs
and the glory of summer
Signals a little bit everywhere
of heated crimes
of people who’ll overthrow thrones
and a great light in the West
and the East
tender like a rainbow
It’s noon now
All the bells answer
Noon
Waiting deaf like a great animal
Gets its limbs out of all four corners
it advances its claws
the shadows and the beams
The sky will fall on our heads
Wind is expected
That today has to be blue
like a flag—Philippe Soupault, translated by Johannes Beilharz
Walking City by Universal Everything (I highly recommend watching this full screen)
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