"The poetic intercourse carnal intercourse As long as the hard
prohibits the prospects of poverty in the world" (Andre Breton)
Among the writings that come back every now and then there are those of André Breton, surrealist now after exploring Symbolism, Cubism and Dadaism. His poems are inscriptions seemingly random, words assembled in assonance or dissonance that obey the outcrop of intuition. Highly recommended is the search for rhyming couplets (very rare) as well as the unique or universal significance (the arrival of Autumn or the experience of that kiss stolen), but if you really want to find it advisable to indulge in free associations, as you know, are different for everyone, so I'm free. And when one sees in the artist intent of meaning, then this only affects him, her past and her imagination and sometimes even the true story. Breton offers random images that memory iceberg assembles until something emerges. And 'this is for me the meaning of his poetry, if you must there be one.
Frôleuse
my trunks I have no more weight than the labels that are reflected on a pond
Just run everything for this country which leads to much after it was put out of use due care All night
crystal black mole along the vortex of quail
Castle trembling and I swear that was deposited in front of me by lightning
private place of all what could make it habitable
I only narrow corridors intricate
Spiral staircases
Only the top of the watchtower
air explodes into rosettes
Bandito superstitiously the place where it was originally an armful of reeds to lie
mad architect of what was left of free space
seems to have dreamed of a deposit for a thousand
A round tables, each of which is assumed to Cenini with caviar and champagne with me
busts in wax, but one is the best among them unrecognizable s' has suggested a bust because there is a live
Busts a single shimmering cloth for all tables
incomplete enough to capture the torso of all women fake and real
Everything that is or is not under the tablecloth in the music fades
Oracle since the tip of a shoe
Brighter than a fish thrown in the grass
Or of a calf that does a bunch of miner's lamps
or knee that launches the flounce in my heart
O of a mouth that goes down to pay her perfume
O of a hand at first a little on the sidelines the very moment that it reveals a relationship that does not avoid all of the wings with my hand
O menisci
Beyond all the gifts of permitted and prohibited on the backs of elephants
these pylons subtilizes that up to floss in the caves
menisci adorable tent tangent when life is no longer just a heron drinking
It looks so good that you'll never see no
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