Quotes About Surrealism

This is a Hieronymous Bosch of facts and figures and blood and graphs.

De toda esa miríada negra, cabalgándose y atropellándose, hacía una forma informe e inquietante, y me di cuenta, de súbito, que mi cuerpo estaba cubierto de piel de gallina. En la oscura pantalla, mis ojos turbios se reblandecieron como metal a punto de derretirse, y en voz baja le dije a aquel yo al borde de la licuefacción: '¿quién eres tú? ¿de qué estás hecho?

America had left reality behind and entered the comic-book universe.

They are the Eggheads. He is the Walrus.

and the incident of the Satanic verses in the early career of the Prophet, and the politics of Muhammad's harem after his return to Mecca in triumph; and the surrealism of the newspapers, in which butterflies could fly into young girls' mouths, asking to be consumed, and children were born with no faces

Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! -and you, García Lorca, what were you doing by the watermelons?

who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion &the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality

Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.

Fellini and Bunuel changed my life for me, they are my favourites. If it is true that movies are dreams, both of them, Fellini and Bunuel were shooting in a dream way.

I am an evil Giraffe.

If there's a cat, I obliterate it by putting polka dot stickers on it. I obliterate a horse by putting polka dot stickers on it. And I obliterated myself by putting the same polka dot stickers on myself.

A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.

Bio sam uko?en i hladan. Bio sam most, raspet nad bezdanom.

One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug. He

Kein Schlaf; nur Träume.

Rolar infinitamente, os olhos fechados oferecendo-se a não sei que olhar aberto.

The Hunter has been turned into a butterfly. Do not laugh.

I've always enjoyed feeling a connection to the avant-garde, such as Dada and surrealism and pop art. The only thing the artist can do is be honest with themselves and make the art they want to make. That's what I've always done.

Don't wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.

Nothing seems true today except the death of the goldfish who used to make love at ninety kilometers an hour in the pool. The maid has given him a Christian burial. To the worms! To the worms!

Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.

A game: say something. Close your eyes and say something. Anything, a number, a name. Like this (she closes her eyes): Two, two what? Two women. What do they look like? Wearing black. Where are they? In a park. . . . And then, what are they doing? Try it, it's so easy, why don't you want to play? You know, that's how I talk to myself when I'm alone, I tell myself all kinds of stories. And not only silly stories: actually, I live this way altogether.

Surrealism is merely the reflection of the death process. It is one of the manifestations of a life becoming extinct, a virus which quickens the inevitable end.

Io sono come il sonnambulo che cammina lungo il crinale di un tetto a passi sicuri e con calma lui cammina senza vedere senza udire Ma qualcuno lo assale con urla via via sempre più forti si risveglia e piomba giù dal tetto al di fuori dei suoi sogni Non fatemi questo non questo io serenamente cammino dentro ai sogni che sono la mia vita soltanto così posso vivere