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Category Archives: Surrealism
Putanin’s 365th dream
Another weird dream. They are meaningless, of course, but they linger somehow. In the dream, I was asleep and woke up some time around 3 or 4 o’clock because I’d become aware of something going on outside. I got out … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, diary, Enigma, Flash fiction, Satire, Surrealism, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged diary, dream, nightmare, Russia, symbolic, symbolism, tanks, Ukraine, Vilemir Putanin, war, warfare
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Complaint of Vilemir Putanin, seasoned dictator and cleptocrat
(excepts from His diary) … I have sacrificed myself for my country to restore its former glory, and yet what do I get? Jokers gathering in the capital to protest, no doubt riled up by the criminal thugs I put … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, Flash fiction, Life, Nonsense, Satire, Surrealism, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged delusion, diary, dictator, fiction, kleptocracy, nationalism, nightmare, oligarchs, political satire, Putanin, satire, Vilemir, war
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Red metal drawer
I was a black politician, and even though I was popular among a lot of people I also had a bunch of enemies. I knew this, and I also knew that it was for the usual reasons of envy, racism, … Continue reading
Having only one shirt with me would pose a problem
There I was among high-powered officials, in Paris no less, and with a three-day program of meetings, gatherings, ceremonies and what not! This evening included listening to Charles de Gaulle’s piano recordings we were to absorb from oblong recording media … Continue reading
And still bouncing …
Marie-Claire found the bouncing of Monsieur La Clampe on the elastic deeply amusing. The most satisfactory part of it was that it looked like there would be no end to it – the amplitude of the up-and-down movement did not … Continue reading
Fugue in D minor
No surprise then that the dinner served by the rats was birdfeed. Continue reading
Posted in Art, Bland observations, Creative writing, Enigma, Literature, Poetry, Surrealism, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Time, Writing
Tagged One Single Impression, Sunday Scribblings
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His first mission in the wild wild wild
Now on to the mission instructions in that cute little leather-bound booklet. He opened it to page one. It said, “How do I turn stone into gold?” That was both mysterious and puzzling all right. Surely there’d be something more directly instructive further on… Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, Flash fiction, Fun, Life, Literature, Nature, Nonsense, Surrealism, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged mission, napowrimo
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House warming
I had been invited, I was sure of it, but apparently you remembered neither this nor me. You waved me in to avoid a scene. My embarrassed face glowed bright red for ten minutes in that darkened party environment. I … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, Enigma, Flash fiction, Life, Literature, Surrealism, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged dreams, house warming, nightmares
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Shopping at Pun Land
“So what did you get for me at the store, my blue-eyed son?” “Nothing, my dear old pony.” “But didn’t I give you a long list of compositions to get at the store?” “Yes, you did. You did indeed. And … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, Flash fiction, Fun, Literature, Music, Nonsense, Poetry, Surrealism, Writing
Tagged decomposed, Fun, pun
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Back home
When I returned, I found a desolate home I hardly recognized – red carpeting with a diamond pattern I would have never picked, broken glass on the floor, an unknown red chair as the only furniture left. The windows looked … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, Enigma, Flash fiction, Life, Literature, Surrealism, Time, Writing
Tagged Cafe Writing, Flash fiction, longing
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Bluebird in the eyeless city
Bluebird in the eyeless city by Johannes Beilharz Acrylic on canvas, 2005 Posted for Get Surreal at Totally Optional Prompts
A peculiar friend
She likes her toenails well done She likes her moon amputated She likes her truffles ruffled And her hair down and broiled – James Steerforth ( © 2008 ) Inspired by the existence of a blog called Amputated Moon.
Posted in Creative writing, Fun, Literature, Nonsense, Poetry, Surrealism, Writing
Tagged amputated, humor, moon, truffles
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A little bit of contrived surrealist theater
“See that flower there?” “It’s a candle, and it’s not there.” “Yes, it is a black cross, and it’s coming out of the ground. – Nearer each day to thee.” The crippled sparrow* sat unperturbed while the haughty crow kept … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, Flash fiction, Fun, Literature, Surrealism, Writing
Tagged crow, minnow, sparrow, Surrealism, surrealist
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Ferociously unfounded
“Idolatry will get you nowhere,” said the ice blue-haired nymph to her entourage consisting of 12 yelper-helper frogs and 22 corn mummy beetles from selected countries of the world. And on she lectured to her patient but drowsy audience, speaking … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, Flash fiction, Fun, Life, Literature, Science fiction, Surrealism, Writing
Tagged ferocious, meme, Writers Island
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A little bit of effortless surrealist poetry
Le rite et le parc hagard … – Vincent Bounoure No, don’t want it. Not that park today, not the trash around the rubbish bins. And your haggard back. The way you walk with that cane in your hand, bent … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, Flowers, Literature, Poetry, Surrealism, Writing
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Steer Forth! 