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Liberation of the Mind

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Pure Psychic Automatism


SURREALISM, n. Pure psychic automatism, by which it is intended to express, verbally, in writing, or by other means, the real process of thought. Thought's dictation, in the absence of all control exercised by the reason and outside all aesthetic or moral preoccupations.

-- André Breton, What is Surrealism?
The First Surrealist Manifesto

Also known as Automatic writing.
The best way to do this, is to sit down and write (or paint, or sculpt, etc...) Try and empty your mind of anything distracting, allow yourself to create without thinking. In the end you will be surprised on the out come. Feel free to post writings, drawing, paintings, and if it is a large image , or very lengthy essay, please use and LJ-cut.

[Read this quickly, as if, were you reading it aloud, you would be at the very limits of your breath. Surrealism often borders on madness, and one can easily imagine a madman, eyes wild and darting, bursting in and holding forth as follows.]

Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I’ve taken account of everything, there you have it. I’ve made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some others; I’ve distributed some pamphlets to the plants, but not all were willing to accept them. I’ve kept company with music for a second only and now I no longer know what to think of suicide, for if I ever want to part from myself, the exit is on this side and, I add mischievously, the entrance, the re-entrance is on the other. You see what you still have to do. Hours, grief, I don’t keep a reasonable account of them; I’m alone, I look out of the window; there is no passerby, or rather no one passes (underline passes). You don’t know this man? It’s Mr. Same. May I introduce Madam Madam? And their children. Then I turn back on my steps, my steps turn back too, but I don’t know exactly what they turn back on. I consult a schedule; the names of the towns have been replaced by the names of people who have been quite close to me. Shall I go to A, return to B, change at X? Yes, of course I’ll change at X. Provided I don’t miss the connection with boredom! There we are: boredom, beautiful parallels, ah! how beautiful the parallels are under God’s perpendicular.

Moins de temps qu’il n’en faut pour le dire, moins de larmes qu’il n’en faut pour mourir, j’ai tout compté, voilà. J’ai fait le recensement des pierres; elles sone au nombre de mes doigts et de quelques autres; j’ai distribué des prospectus aux plantes, mais toutes n’ont pas voulu les accepter. Avec la musique j’ai lié partie pour une seconde seulement et maintenant je ne sais plus que penser du suicide, car si je veux me séparer de moi-même, la sortie est de ce côté et, j’aoute malicieusement: l’entrée, la rentrée de cet autre côte. Tu vois ce qu’il te reste à faire. Les heures, le chagrin, je n’en tiens pas un compte raisonnable; je suis seul je regarde par la fenêtre; il ne passe personne, ou plutôt personne ne passe (je souligne passe). Ce Monsieur, vous ne le connaissez pas? c’est M. Lemême. Je vous présente Madame Madame. Et leurs enfants. Puis je reveins sue mes pas, mes pas reviennent aussi, mais je ne sais pas exactement sue quoi ils reviennent. Je consulte un horaire; les noms de villes ont été remplacés par des noms de personnes qui m’ont touché d’assez près. Irai-je à A, retournerai-je à B, changerai-je à X? Oui, naturellement je changerai à X. Porvu que je ne manque pas la correspondance avec l’ennui! Nous y sommes: l’ennui, les belles parallèles, ah! Que les parallèles sont belles sous la perpendiculaire de Dieu.
--- André Breton

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