Field Trip to the Museum Dalí: Swirling-Surreal Sonnet
A Photo Collage from a Visit to the Dalí in St. Pete's, FL, and a Sonnet Inspired by the Trip
Swirling-Surreal Sonnet
There are three elements of surrealism,
Moving, Changing, and Positioning. Put
them all together over and over, becomes
a weird family of gorgeous color and fun.
There are three elements of surrealism,
Dislocation, Transformation, Juxtaposition,
invented against what existed, an expressionism
in phantasmagoric impressions. In addition
I am with family again and it's surreal, as
there are three elements of surrealism—
Joshua, Adam, and Rachel— and gaggles
of ghosts, you see, in painted prisms
forming faces in distance, in memories, in light.
The way legacy lives all together, dreamlike.
Federico García Lorca, Dawn:
Dawn in New York has
four columns of mire
and a hurricane of black pigeons
splashing in the putrid waters.
Dawn in New York groans
on enormous fire escapes
searching between the angles
for spikenards of drafted anguish.
Dawn arrives and no one receives it in his mouth
because morning and hope are impossible there:
sometimes the furious swarming coins
penetrate like drills and devour abandoned children.
Those who go out early know in their bones
there will be no paradise or loves that bloom and die:
they know they will be mired in numbers and laws,
in mindless games, in fruitless labors.
The light is buried under chains and noises
in the impudent challenge of rootless science.
And crowds stagger sleeplessly through the boroughs
as if they had just escaped a shipwreck of blood.