Last week I was enduring a kind of low period, my writing (I felt) in something of a rut...and, in one of those fortuitous accidents (synchronicity, anyone?), happened to pick up a copy of the surrealist classic The Automatic Message (Atlas Press), which I had ordered from the U.K. some time ago. For those of you unaware of this book, it is a collection of surreal writings from luminaries like Andre Breton, Paul Eluard and Philip Soupault. Strange, strange prose, composed with no pre-planning or preparation, just putting pen to paper and looking on helplessly while inspiration takes over.
Hard to explain, better to show you what I mean. I've reproduced some of the prose poems I composed after reading two or three pages of The Automatic Message. You'll find these short-short bits on my blog, along with a more complete explanation of the process.
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