Am I an anxious human? You betcha. Are others more anxious than I living in San Francisco Welfare State? Possibly, possibly not, all are concerned in regards to the Sword of Covid, some see it flash in the bright light and notice the decapitated corpses and others know second hand of the grim Sultan, like me, and shall we say anticipate the worst. New York state wants to erect concentration camps for resolving to the satisfaction of the Sultan the disposition of the Heretics. Arizona as well. One see’s this in this Union and wonders if California dares strive to imprison Heretics as well, even in the Welfare State, even if drug using in the Tenderloin say at City expense, and sighing deeply accepts the reality of no where to fly. The only stance then is to take a firm stand.
This may sound strange, but when anxiety builds, I talk with it. I say to my anxiety: What will happen, will happen. I will fail or I will succeed. Things will work out or they will not. In the meantime, will my worry or anxiety change anything? No. Will it help in any way? No. My anxiety won’t make a bit of difference, except for making me suffer for no reason. I don’t try to avoid what I am feeling, but I try to put it in its place.
So this is why my muchachos and I have formed the Surrealist Revolution.
We will use the invincible arms of our dreams to overcome our foe.
We will dream to our governments and their hirelings.
We will plainly say -”The Stolen & Perverted Writings of Homer & Ovid; of Plato & Cicero. which all Men ought to contemn: are set up by artifice against the Sublime of the Bible. but when the New Age is at leisure to Pronounce; all will be set right: & those Grand Works of the more ancient & consciously & professedly Inspired Men, will hold their proper rank. & the Daughters of Memory shall become the Daughters of Inspiration. Shakespeare & Milton were both curbd by the general malady & infection from the silly Greek & Latin slaves of the Sword.”
Adding more contemporary expressions to ensure that the limited capacity of intellect of our ONCE and FOREVER and a DAY elected MASTERS can understand,
“They shall Rouze up, O Young of the New Age! and they shall set their foreheads against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the Camp, the Court, & the University: who would if they could, for ever depress Mental & prolong Corporeal War.”
Quizzical expressions are on the faces of the SELECTED “REPRESENTATIVES”
In the dream conversation we affirm-
“Painters! on you I call! Sculptors! Architects! Suffer not the fashonable Fools to depress your powers by the prices they pretend to give for contemptible works or the expensive advertizing boasts that they make of such works; believe Christ & his Apostles that there is a Class of Men whose whole delight is in Destroying. We do not want either Greek or Roman models if we are but just & true to our own imaginations, those Worlds of Eternity in which we shall live forever; in Jesus our Lord.”
As it is dream, tis a theme for reason, too strong for Phantasy, and as it is dream Phynance retreats from guarding the life of the leaders who are but shades after all, not alive and who smirk a richter grimace like the dead. We proudly are obedient to our master Satan and are merely obeying HIS orders the smirk says. For your health and welfare you to suffer, are to be crucified by vaccination.”
In dream Suzanne Césaire responds. “Our surrealism will then deliver it the bread of its depths. Finally those sordid contemporary antinomies of black/white, European/African, civilised/savage will be transcended. The magical power of the mahoulis will be recovered, drawn forth from living sources. Colonial stupidity will be purified in the blue welding flame. Our value as metal, our cutting edge of steel, our amazing communions will be recovered and your Sultan perish.”
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