Sunday morning in the cold gray American world

Yeah man, I'm misunderstood

(I am not like so many living men
who make plans to come back
I am the one who goes
They will spare me the cross on the tomb
And they will point me toward the North Star).

Well maybe not. Likely I am understood in the wrong fashion by the censors. Of course I do in some post intentionally toe a provocative line, eh, all in good fun right mates? From fake Covid-19, to fake vaccines, to fake resistance to Globalist tyranny, to fake medicine, to the false and untrue conceptions we carry like so much useless baggage to the beach on a hot day, as the last living Surrealist in San Francisco I do my part to shout out and fight back with “Common Sense” and for that my interventions in the full Agamben sense as responsive Commentary are now forbidden to be read.

But first, what is surrealism? The movement continues to elude all attempts to define it, but its basic aim has been constant from 1924 on: to assist the process by which the imaginary becomes real - or, as Franklin Rosemont puts it, "to realize poetry in everyday life." In other words, surrealists seek to create a truly free society in which the age-old contradictions between dream and action, reason and imagination, subjectivity and objectivity, have been resolved. Both collectively and individually surrealists have sought nothing less than a world turned upside down where life can be a wondrous festival fueled by the liberation of the passions, inspired laziness, and an absolute divergence from the tired and oppressive game of social injustice and self-degradation.

So many Pied Pipers and so many seekers after. the authentic WORD from an expert. And the beat goes on. War following war. And now the Masters of War are murdering all humanity and wrecking all economies in hopes of starving us and freezing us as we die painful ugly deaths from their poisons. It is this way since
WW1 ushered in the Apocalypse.

Annoyed by the tendency for some philosophers and philosophical schools to treat philosophy as a science, Berdyaev reclaimed the rightful creative province of this art:

Philosophy is an art rather than a science. Philosophy is a special art, differing in principle from poetry, music, or painting—it is the art of knowing. Philosophy is art because it is creation. Philosophy is art because it predicates a calling and a special gift from above, because the personality of its creator is impressed upon it, no less than on music or poetry…. Philosophy is the art of knowing in freedom by creating ideas which resist the given world and necessity and penetrate into the ultimate essence of the world. We cannot make art dependent upon science, creativeness upon adaptation, freedom upon necessity.