I am stupid; Surrealists are not.
Nov. 26th, 2002 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
letterbladeThis currently has my vote as Best Thing Ever:
I observe the following bit of dialogue between André Breton and Fobert Desnos, or I read it as if it were a fragment of a play with stage directions:
A.B. (to Robert Desnos). The seismoteric tradition. . .
R. D. (turns into a stack of plates)
From Nuits sans nuit et quelques jours san jour, the dream diary of Michel Leiris (translated by Richard Sieburth). It's undated, and the entirety of the dream. Makes me happy.
In other news, I managed to totally fuck myself over again. Went to the FWT office this morning to get an extension for my registration, and they gave me a form to fill out and said to turn it in by 5 today so as to not have to pay 50 bucks. So the logical thing to do is to go home, sit down, fill the thing out, and drop it off when I go out for lunch. No problem. But naturally I go home, put the form down, and instantly and completely forget about it until 5:15.
There are some parts of my brain I love. Like the musical ability and the writing talent, and the way I can understand characters, and the way I can dance, and the way I can make shiny things with Maya. But then there are some parts of my brain I hate. Like the total inability to cope with the real world.
More fic tonight, I hope, if the bunnies behave. *eyes bunnies*
I observe the following bit of dialogue between André Breton and Fobert Desnos, or I read it as if it were a fragment of a play with stage directions:
A.B. (to Robert Desnos). The seismoteric tradition. . .
R. D. (turns into a stack of plates)
From Nuits sans nuit et quelques jours san jour, the dream diary of Michel Leiris (translated by Richard Sieburth). It's undated, and the entirety of the dream. Makes me happy.
In other news, I managed to totally fuck myself over again. Went to the FWT office this morning to get an extension for my registration, and they gave me a form to fill out and said to turn it in by 5 today so as to not have to pay 50 bucks. So the logical thing to do is to go home, sit down, fill the thing out, and drop it off when I go out for lunch. No problem. But naturally I go home, put the form down, and instantly and completely forget about it until 5:15.
There are some parts of my brain I love. Like the musical ability and the writing talent, and the way I can understand characters, and the way I can dance, and the way I can make shiny things with Maya. But then there are some parts of my brain I hate. Like the total inability to cope with the real world.
More fic tonight, I hope, if the bunnies behave. *eyes bunnies*