An Experiment in Surrealism

[MorpheusSandman]

I.

A penguin plies peering round and found a toaster tying the bed
On icy flying free I find my mind tomorrow’s knee needs surgery
Crazy tee concocts at me and mocks me to the ground it seems
The longest word was when flies circular motions in the dirt
Gaze long and prosper Spock my doctor Scotty Kirk and Morrison
Star Wars Treck across a deck of twine pines mildly for his skirt
Feeling mired in a tire rolls and reinvents the wheel that girds
My loins hurt badly two much time to rewind that cat tails nine
That catches in the fan and spins around a room and lands on heads
It pees a drop of rain on me a little bit of Alexandrian history
Grin like rooster in the morn on gate above grass where I sit and mourn
Love lost Shakespeare, where’d he go, he died before Milton stubbed his toe
I think I lost the point or pointless I made it either one Lipchitz don’t care
Sense making cents makes me rich beyond the ephemeral Kant’s critique of reason
I bleed a purple ooze that sprouts a flower like that myth, you know the one
Sartre’s nauseous I find that ironic or I just don’t know the meaning of the word like everyone
Twins tingle my tinny bibs with Exorcist pea soup that covers my bill
My duck left me for the pool of my neighbor, I hate that fat punk
How does one end a send or writing typing is there a difference anymore?
Not words but written spoken lighten my load or my toad will frighten
But back to the end I have to find it and since this is too easy I’ll just stop

[goldenrod]

Whatever you ar smoking, I would like some too!

goldenrod.;)

[MorpheusSandman]

Whatever you ar smoking, I would like some too!LOL! Not smoking anything, it's just stream of consciousness put together. Occasionally coherent ideas form, sometimes not. Try it sometime, it's quite liberating! Along these lines, check out Andre Breton if you haven't. The great thing is putting down things that you don't even know where they come from. I had to look up both Lipschitz and Kirk Morrison to remember where I knew those names from!

Another:

II.

I love my door brass knob hinges hang on the world’s axis spins highest
Automatic corrective spelling is great because I **** up a lot
Thank the Firefox gods for that and Bill Gates head which will meet Uncle Walt
Mr. Freeze and Batman battle at the North Pole, which doesn’t favor the Bat
Unfair to turn my chair towards the sun’s hot flames singe and fly to the moon
Wait for my god, he likes you too, I don’t believe in him, she-it, but oh well
The goal is the objective but if it’s subjective then where can one find the split coin
Heads and tails I lose so I snooze, see what I did there with the thing and apple
Green as granny M&M’s that make you horny for corn or popcorn or hail mary
Good as rain is right or backwards reverse my Nissan just won’t fart and go
I like the road it’s weary but the white lines a-muse in the dark with no squirrels
The moose of Zeus falls mainly on the plains of call-eee-forn-ya hills that are alive
No sound of music, but not a sound of silence hello Mrs. Robinson I like the shot through your leg
Camera moves but hold still the gorilla won’t laugh if you tickle him too much
Feed the chimps but they grab a rock or worse and hurl it to unfurl a curly URL address
Sounds repeat too much, phonetics is for nerds but I’m a geek so I’m left out
Long words don’t come to mind when you try to get them to I fail and resort to 1 and 2 syllable maudlin fair
Dames or lasses my molasses stuck my asses, not mine actually but that farmer guy who keeps donkeys
It smells something fierce but Tyra Banks won’t really care so I’ll be America’s Next Top Model
To be in Paris, the good kind not the slut, and not Texas either, though it’s probably nice
That mice I call Gerald has a house but I should’ve said mouse since that rhymes but oh well

[MorpheusSandman]

Nobody's probably reading them, but I'm amusing myself and that's all that matters in the end!

III.

Gears grind and grin begin again that’s too many g’s but gee my nuts
Huts of straw strike fire in the Middle Ages and Monty Python’s choir
I laugh and hurt and kill the villagers who are stupid and weigh geese with sluts
Low and beyond it’s lo I forgot not low like one would think it would be
But I read profound parables of sorts from Chaucer whose name makes me think of saucers
Not the flying kind but pans, mind you, what are they for I really wonder
Clocks are big like in London Ben is gay but the Bengay works wonders
I said wonder again but with an s this time to make it plural in rural times
Harry Lime I love Mr. Welles but just his directing because his acting bothers me
TVs tune in at the same time all night around the globe snows cotton candy
To make something funny think of an animal and insert it where anything would do like such:
Rhinoceroses hip was broke like Dr. Seuss was funny once when I was a kid
That wasn’t funny and Rhinoceroses probably isn’t a word but this doesn’t make sense so it doesn’t matter
I don’t need drugs like Goldenrod thinks this is just my mind which is scary
But like Joyce plows Proust these names I know because I read Wikipedia
How can anyone edit something, but they can, the joys of internet life
Editors producers stage hands bring the black curtain down towards and flee
Highfalutin is a word that should be famous like Tom Cruise who was sprayed by a flower
The lines are kinda random but a little not and I don’t ever know when to stop
I said this the first time whines like a baby in a crib I want out so put a period down.

[drat]

Oh, I love surrealism. But what I think is missing in your texts is a structure, I mean even if it's just things you don't know where they come from as you said, it has to be readable. I sure like your texts but if they are like this in one block they are too heavy to read. You refer to Andre Breton. He and the other French surrealists turned their surrealistic works in different kind of forms to help the text express himself. I think if you'd try something like that, that would turn out great.

[MorpheusSandman]

Well, Breton defined surrealism as: "Pure psychic automatism, by which one proposes to express, either verbally, in writing, or by any other manner, the real functioning of thought. Dictation of thought in the absence of all control exercised by reason, outside of all aesthetic and moral preoccupation." Now, surrealism has expanded from that obviously, but the automated creation process still remains a fundamental element. David Lynch, for instance, seems to use automated creativity to come up with forms and then through his narrative seeks to find conscious meaning in their unconscious nature. A kind of analyzation after the fact.

I think any means by which to put surrealism into forms turns the core concept of "automated creation" into a conscious, artistic design, which runs contrary to the original concept. I'm not saying this is inherently undesirable - in fact, it certainly makes it easier to digest. But I was going for surrealism basic. I also think they're periodically structured (usually each line functioning in some self-contained way).

I might look into applying some form to it later. Any suggestions?

[MorpheusSandman]

Is this better?

IV. “Digestible Indigestion”

I must digest the indigestion
Make it readable for drat and others
But drat if I don’t and hell if I won’t
How to be surreal and sensible?
Sense and Sensibility, isn’t that repetitive?
But back to the text I must find the right mix.
I must, I must, like a professor that fussingly fusses over his experiment.
To read or not to read is the question
Please read or I will be sad, ‘cause my ego is fragile.
But how to create automatically and make it radical yet readable.
Readable, readable, the purple flying people eater.
But back to the point I direct my thoughts to form
But the content’s still lacking the norm
I’ll marry the two, in a chapel by the lake
It will be romantic and fine
Two metaphysical concepts intertwined
Forever and ever, amen
O dear, I think I lost it again