#surreal

We can sum up the surrealist distinction between 'literature' and 'poetry' by saying where the former is artificial, fictive and elusive, the latter is natural, real, direct and spontaneous. ↗

— Michael Richardson

#poetry #surrealism #nature

A brick could be used to attract a potential life partner. Yes indeed, and it’s how I met my ex wife. And the only reason she didn’t become my life partner was because I outlived our relationship, despite her numerous attempts to kill me. I’m 31 years old now, so thank God for modern science enabling me to achieve such longevity.   ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

I talked to him on Christmas, and again on March 5th. Neither one of us hung up the phone that whole time.   ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#awkward #christmas #conversation #dead-air #march-

I bought salvation from a man on the street. He said, "Go down to the beach and let the waves wash your feet. ↗

— Gabriel Rheaume

#detroit #religious #spirituality #suicide #surreal

A brick could be used as a Red Beard Replacement, for those of us who can’t grow facial hair, but desire the respect a beard brings.  ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dipped Carrot On my bed, my green comforter draped over my knees like a lumpy turtle, I think about the Berlin Wall of years that separates us. In my own life, the years are beginning to stack up like a Guinness World Record’s pile of pancakes, yet I’m still searching for some kind of syrup to believe in. In the shadows of my pink sheet, I see your face, Desnos’ face, and two clock faces staring at each other. I see a gaping wound that ebbs rose petals, while a sweaty armpit holds an orchestra. Beethoven, maybe. A lover sings a capella, with the frothiness of a cappuccino. Starbucks, maybe. There’s an hourglass, too, and beneath the sands lie untapped oil reserves. I see Dali’s mustache, Magritte’s pipe, and bowling shoes, which leaves the question-- If you could time travel through a trumpet, would you find today and tomorrow too loud? ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#carrot #dali #future #magritte #poem

Exit, pursued by a bear. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#legend #surrealism #theater #surreal

Sleeping in a tinfoil suit keeps me warmer and helps prepare me for my voyage to the moon. Would you care for some licorice?   ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#bizarre #licorice #moon #non-sequitur #preparation

Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all ↗

— Nikolai Gogol

#surreal

I do not understand why, when I ask for grilled lobster in a restaurant, I'm never served a cooked telephone. ↗