The Will of Andre Breton

When books are trapped in the snow they could be camelias or bald headed men collected predicaments magnificent translations a shape something to remember and relearn

When music is siphoned through a weather vane water will freeze on the strings of the violin The ice age will sound silently A time will come when the books fly open everyone will know mysticism is simply an extension of sensuality The man who never left devoured harmony after harmony hiccups rose like pearls from his oyster belly When everyone understands what everyone else is saying that is not everyone understanding everyone else but everyone understanding