[b]Andre Breton
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself. [/b]
That’s better than most, right?
Every time you date someone with an issue that you have to work to ignore, you’re settling.
Worse: You marry them.
Psychic automatism in its pure state, by which one proposes to express - verbally, by means of the written word, or in any other manner - the actual functioning of thought. Dictated by the thought, in the absence of any control exercised by reason, exempt from any aesthetic or moral concern.
This may well be the most god-awful intellectual contraption of all.
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
Mine just keeps beating.
To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything. Between what I do recognize and what I do not recognize there stands myself. And what I do not recognize I shall continue not to recognize.
And how idiotic can that be?
It was in the black mirror of anarchism that surrealism first recognised itself.
I must have lost mine.