Poems, Imitations & Translations


Life among the Surrealists

"In August, René Crevel, twenty-two years old and handsome as a god, had been vacationing with his family on a Norman beach when a young girl fell at his feet and begged him to press geraniums between her breasts. ...

From this moment
ever to see her

think of her

"That evening Crevel, the girl, her mother, and an old woman named Madame Dante had sat around a table and held a séance. ...

torpid, alone
all evening
resist the scented

"Within minutes Crevel had fallen into a deep sleep, during which (as the women told him afterwards) he had uttered remarkable statements. ...

your reward may be
at the next
café table

"But the experiments proceeded no further, as Crevel, still in uniform, had had to return to barracks the next morning."

trespass once
that border

– Mark Polizzotti, Revolution of the Mind: The Life of André Breton (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1995): 178.

& you’re lost

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