Surrealist Art

The Elements 03
March 12 ~ Worm Moon
Surrealism and Dreams
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Katie Wild

Jovie Mata-Ramos

Brianne Husisian

Gildas Blayne Xavier Robert

Gildas Blayne Xavier Robert

Gildas Blayne Xavier Robert

The age of aquarius is now – it's completely forgetting what you were reciting
midsentence because she scratches her nose like she always does - for no reason
other than showing that she's there, and will be there, and is listening.
Like this moment, it's the expression of the poetry of the piscean age – then,
We shyly wrote about their idiosyncrasies only sharing our words upon our death.
Now, they all grow up romantics, wittingly hopeless – all reading the affections
of some long lost poet they find endlessly charming - in time utterly typifying all
the articulate tendencies that he fell for in ‘her’ so very entirely, so very long
ago (the true echo of a ghost). Always we fall for each other in moments set in
coffee shops - coffee shops lit softly in hues of amber – slowly waking to the
capricious voices of history's incalculable lovers speaking through us,
uncontrollably and forevermore. It's clever, all the secret notes written carefully
in pentameter that were never read by their muses are now creating our dreams
in ways that were never dreamt. All the love that never was yet should've been–
it's now exploding - creating all the love that is.
- Gildas Blayne Xavier Robert

I imagined a skull:
I watched three middle aged people carrying parcels, paper grocery bags
They were talking about the weather. About the weather. The weather.
It was raining. Whether. It's really of no concern.
I was huzzlin' for love,
Watching two toothy gangles harmonize,
Scarves wrapped tightly around their necks
Like dead baby foxes stapled to a jacket
Draped over the shoulders of Jackie-Oh-oh-oh.
Better slap on that brave face. Golden bangles
By Nick Leblanc

Cody Oliveira
20 : Major Arcana
Judgement

Julia Francisco-Simoes

Julia
Francisco
Simoes

Julia
Francisco
Simoes

Becca Purchase

Evan Horsfall

Evan Horsfall

A song from a Chinese restaurant:
Make what you will of it
Will o' the wisp
The fies in your eyes are smiling
In the corners of your eyes there's birds and they're fying
Well, I got 20 on my team Injun's man, know what I mean?
Where them little cowboys at? Little cowboys with cowboy hats?
Little pariahs with prayer rug mats? Connecticut carp with collared caps?
Motown mopers, tramps, jazz-cats
Cry,
Oh, just tell me what to do now that Stone King's lost that boogaloo
...and the waterfall roared down the side of the mountain,
pooling in the rocky crevasse below
The fsh were boiled by the pressure
Someone wrote a novella about it in blank verse
By Nick LeBlanc

Mine heart affixed so still
(by thine softest movements),
Thy name assuredly Cupid’s swiftest arrow,
Piercing rightly through mine heavy bone (to marrow),
Thine true victory won (by no margin narrow),
Thine flighty kiss upon mine lips such a sparrow,
(Away again) to rest with thine wink a dawn lark,
Whistling airily a tune (yet of heaven’s noon),
Whose notes pass well (turning phi) throughout the day slow,
Beside thee each day grows yet (flaring from a spark),
Without thee I’d be senseless (fumbling in the dark).
Gildas Blayne Xavier Robert

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