Tag Archives: surrealism

Rorschach-style monster shadow

At this point, even I thought I was pretty weird. One morgen I woke up and saw the need to make a Rorschach-style monster shadow-selfie around the vertex where the cups cupboard met the fridge – as one does. I saw it as as disembodied type of yogic sunrise meditation.

 

Today it reminds me of an earlier point in my life when I was only able to express myself through shadows…

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twin cheeks

I would simply like to make the following casual comparison observation regarding two different photo composites by different photographers at different times.

These are ‘Blue Moon’ by Max Operandi, 2012, and ‘Moon Worship’ by Thornback, 2014.

I suppose I’m happy to be typecast as the disembodied melancholy blue bottom.

Moon Worship

‘Moon Worship’ (c) Thornback, 2014

‘Blue Moon’ (c) Max Operandi, 2012

‘Blue Moon’ (c) Max Operandi, 2012


but the ablative of seeing the bridge

there was a sprawling, semi-underground, tarpaulin-covered, semi-man-made structure set upon a dramatically undulating terrian flowing with rapid bluish green river water that had many smooth boulders in its bed as was evident from the numerous humps that it swished over, spitting only slightly. Continue reading


The Surrealists experienced the marvellous as a kind of jolt or shock, an excitingly disorientating sensation, as though a crack had suddenly opened in the world’s carapace of normality and everything was slipping away. Breton’s Nadja (1928), another book about mysterious Parisian chance encounters, this time with a woman, ends with the ringing assertion: ‘Beauty will be CONVULSIVE or will not be at all.’ Beauty is therefore a disturbance of the senses and this frisson became a defining quality of the Surrealists’ approach to life and art.

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Rick Poynor, ‘Documents of the marvellous’ – Eye Magazine no. 65 vol. 17 2008


a modern poem: ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

He was a bankrobber but he never hurt nobody.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

He just very interesting. He just loved to steal your children.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

Spock in bed, ray of time, eminently practical garb.

ra ra Rasputin, lover of stones with stripes.

Some natives at the airport and the propanol in the shrubs. Continue reading


wouldn’t it be biscuity

(…which contained a mosquito against my laptop and made my picture froggy.)

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