La terre est bleueLa terre est bleue comme une orangeJamais une erreur les mots ne mentent pasIls ne vous donnent plus à chanterAu tour des baisers de s’entendreLes fous et les amoursElle sa bouche d’allianceTous...

A constant human error: to believe in an end to one’s fantasies. Our daydreams are the measure of our unreachable truth. The secret of all things lies in the emptiness of the formula that guard...

Surrealism, then, neither aims to subvert realism, as does the fantastic, nor does it try to transcend it. It looks for different means by which to explore reality itself.

Il faut que l’homme s’évade de cette lice ridicule qu’on lui a faite: le prétendu réel actuel avec la perspective d’un réel futur qui ne vaille guère mieux. Chaque minute pleine porte en elle-même la...

Cubism is a Cathedral of shit.

I Was Trained to See Shadows”, in his poetry book SALTY AS A LIP:] A nice bit of smooth, full-bodied, surreal story telling. I like it.

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.

We write the earth we stand upon.

We have come from all the countries of the world and are going to Saintes-Maries de la Mer. Nomads of the enigma, we gather there each year after having carried our mystery through ordinary countryside...

Plût au ciel que le lecteur, enhardi et devenu momentanément féroce comme ce qu’il lit, trouve, sans se désorienter, son chemin abrupt et sauvage, à travers les marécages désolés de ces pages sombres et pleines...

The shifting sands of the world… show how much the surrealists were drawn towards an interrogation of what reality actually is. Unlike fabulists of whatever hue, there is a materiality in surrealist writing that resolutely...

We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man’s passing.

Us vs Them” mentality; because you are constantly defending yourself. And in fighting, there’s no time for freedom.

Iff replied that the Plentimaw Fishes were what he called ‘hunger artists’ — ‘Because when they are hungry they swallow stories through every mouth, and in their innards miracles occur; a little bit of one...

May night continue to fall upon the orchestra

Somewhere there are gardens where peacocks sing like nightingales, somewhere there are caravans of separated lovers traveling to meet each other; there are ruby fires on distant mountains, and blue comets that come in spring...

His thoughts were hemmed in. One can only draw curved lines on the terrestrial sphere which, as they extend, forever meet with themselves. At such intersections we always encounter what we have already seen.

Oh incomprehensible pederasts, I shall not heap insults upon your great degradation; I shall not be the one to pour scorn on your infundibuliform anus. It is enough that the shameful and almost incurable maladies...

Refusing what Adorno called that ‘comfort in the uncomfortable’ taken by the fantastic, surrealism seeks to reintegrate man into the universe.

My wife with the hair of a wood fireWith the thoughts of heat lightningWith the waist of an hourglassWith the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tigerMy wife with the lips of...

Subconsciously, we all want to be nebula… In the end, we’re all connected. We’re all going to become one cloud of light whether you like it or not. We’re all made of the same star...

People love mystery, and that is why they love my paintings.

I spoke fire, laughed smoke, and madness spilled forth from my inspiration.

Half asleep, he wondered whether that might not have been his happiest day ever, the last, perfect day swelling with the immensity of his secret intent, secret creation—the day before everything changed—the day before he...

Oh,’ said a very white body as it threw a wrist watch to the ground which broke without attracting anyone’s attention, ‘Oh, how can anyone not love poetry, natural machines, large white houses, the brilliance...

Neither I nor the four flippers of the sea-bear of the Boreal ocean have been able to solve the riddle of life.

In this stillness that is at the same time movement, in this darkness that is at the same time light, change is found not in the realm of ideas but in the energizing desire that...

What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.

You’re better looking than me. You’re more intelligent than me. Your personality is more likable than mine. You make more money than me. Your family is nicer than mine. Your religion is better than mine....

The one thing the world will never have enough of is the outrageous.