Surrealism

Surrealist works feature the element of surprise, unexpected juxtapositions and non sequitur; however, many Surrealist artists and writers regard their work as an expression of the philosophical movement first and foremost, with the works being an artifact.

Surrealism Books

Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

The Complete Stories of Leonora Carrington

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100 Modernist Reads

102 books — 53 voters

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll

Best Reality Warping Fiction

338 books — 174 voters

DallerGut Dream Department Store by Miye Lee

“SurreaLit.” – Weirdcore Books

8 books — 2 voters

Plastic Surgery Surrealisms by Pienaar Meek

Meat Art and Surrealist Objects by Eric W. Bragg

The Dog That was and was Not. The Double Guarantee by Maurits Ignatius Boas

"Surreal"

99 books — 1 voter

An Attempt at Exhausting a Place in Paris by Georges Perec

Surrealism/Dadaism

33 books — 1 voter

ANSGAR AND THE TROLLS by Patricia Stinson

The Cthulhu Heresy and Other Lovecraftian Sins by Peter Rawlik

Songs of a Dead Dreamer and Grimscribe by Thomas Ligotti

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85 books — 2 voters

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Quotes Tagged “Surrealism”

“ I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music. ”
― Joan Miro

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“ L'union libre [Freedom of Love]" My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of heat lightning With the waist of an hourglass With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger My wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch of stars of the last magnitude With the teeth of tracks of white mice on the white earth With the tongue of rubbed amber and glass My wife with the tongue of a stabbed host With the tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes With the tongue of an unbeliev L'union libre [Freedom of Love]" My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of heat lightning With the waist of an hourglass With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger My wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch of stars of the last magnitude With the teeth of tracks of white mice on the white earth With the tongue of rubbed amber and glass My wife with the tongue of a stabbed host With the tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes With the tongue of an unbelievable stone My wife with the eyelashes of strokes of a child's writing With brows of the edge of a swallow's nest My wife with the brow of slates of a hothouse roof And of steam on the panes My wife with shoulders of champagne And of a fountain with dolphin-heads beneath the ice My wife with wrists of matches My wife with fingers of luck and ace of hearts With fingers of mown hay My wife with armpits of marten and of beechnut And of Midsummer Night Of privet and of an angelfish nest With arms of seafoam and of riverlocks And of a mingling of the wheat and the mill My wife with legs of flares With the movements of clockwork and despair My wife with calves of eldertree pith My wife with feet of initials With feet of rings of keys and Java sparrows drinking My wife with a neck of unpearled barley My wife with a throat of the valley of gold Of a tryst in the very bed of the torrent With breasts of night My wife with breasts of a marine molehill My wife with breasts of the ruby's crucible With breasts of the rose's spectre beneath the dew My wife with the belly of an unfolding of the fan of days With the belly of a gigantic claw My wife with the back of a bird fleeing vertically With a back of quicksilver With a back of light With a nape of rolled stone and wet chalk And of the drop of a glass where one has just been drinking My wife with hips of a skiff With hips of a chandelier and of arrow-feathers And of shafts of white peacock plumes Of an insensible pendulum My wife with buttocks of sandstone and asbestos My wife with buttocks of swans' backs My wife with buttocks of spring With the sex of an iris My wife with the sex of a mining-placer and of a platypus My wife with a sex of seaweed and ancient sweetmeat My wife with a sex of mirror My wife with eyes full of tears With eyes of purple panoply and of a magnetic needle My wife with savanna eyes My wife with eyes of water to he drunk in prison My wife with eyes of wood always under the axe My wife with eyes of water-level of level of air earth and fire ...more ”
― Andre Breton, Poems of André Breton: A Bilingual Anthology

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