Fresh Dirt Surrealist Sympatica

http://www.fresh-dirt.us/ Fresh Dirt, the deep South’s newest artistic collective researching practicing Surrealism in the 21st Century, will host an exhibition & creative soire’ in May! The collective is an offspring of previous incarnations, it’s member’s having originated activities as early as 1974 in Tuscaloosa, infamously known as Raudelunas, out of which birthed the first Birmingham [...]

By |2018-05-03T23:39:09+00:00May 3rd, 2018|News|0 Comments

Joël Gayraud and Pierre Peuchmaurd

It's worth announcing two new French books for 2018 (and that will shortly be available in Québec): To start, the first ever reprint of surrealist poet Pierre Peuchmaurd's Plus Vivants Que Jamais, (with an introduction by Joël Gayraud) published when he was 20 years old shortly after May '68: "Just between two cobblestones passed from one hand to [...]

By |2018-02-27T03:49:05+00:00February 27th, 2018|News|0 Comments

L’Ouverture de la Chasse by Guy Girard

L’OUVERTURE DE LA CHASSE A Jason Abdelhadi   Il n’y a pas qu’en ce pays que les bonshommes de neige font la courte échelle aux corbeaux pour qu’ils plantent d’étranges fleurs sur les nuages et des herbes et des lianes et des cactus et des dents de loups montées en collier par les gens de [...]

By |2018-03-13T01:07:34+00:00February 25th, 2018|Poetry|0 Comments

THE IGUANAS by Rikki Ducornet

We are wise. Within our third eye’s basin, we see our enemies approaching swinging sticks. See how the moon slides between the branches, never once catching her horns. How the crabs restrain the moon when she is swallowed by the sea. This is how we curse those who raise their hand against us: May the [...]

By |2018-02-04T02:59:29+00:00February 4th, 2018|Poetry|0 Comments

Sex Organ Inquiry

What does a sex act involving no living organisms look like? CC: The androgynous Chaos locked in eternal masturbation. JA: A richter scale in action during a seismic event DC: Geophysics CW: No one can see sex between the dead without spectral vision goggles and I’ve temporarily misplaced mine somewhere between Sierra Leone and the [...]

By |2018-01-22T23:24:18+00:00January 22nd, 2018|Essay, News|0 Comments

A Few Words on the Candles in the Bookstore by Ethan Vilu

It was a truly beautiful and elegant store, oblong and wooden, with giant curved shelves of books stacked high, up and into a painted, domed ceiling. Titles ranged from the universally known to the utterly esoteric, and there were journals and postcards, and travel guides to all of the wonders of the world. There were [...]

By |2018-01-13T14:46:00+00:00January 13th, 2018|Dreams|0 Comments

SOME THOUGHTS ON FLESH

A dark morning, the sun is blue today. Yes, and a down going movement is in order. The seaside cave is dripping with sighs on the side of the white spectral cliffs. I (but not I) climb down, roughing up the vegetation with unworthy steps. A vaginal hole the approximate size of an ash leaf [...]

By |2018-01-09T01:36:16+00:00January 6th, 2018|Essay|0 Comments