The Vice of Surrealism
To think of those early New York evenings--this is 1943--is to think
of games presided over by Le Surrealisme Meme, Andre Breton. The
Game of Truth, The Blindfold Game, The Game of Murder, whatever the
game, he led the proceedings in a manner always solemn and resolute.
There is the voice of Aragon who sits beside the bed: "Remember ,
Max?" Reminding, remembering the
great days. Max half listens or not
at all, his eyes on the television. Woody Woodpecker outwits the Fox.
And Aragon, immense, carried away: "Remember, Max, the time when I
hustled you out of the Dome, with dozens of cops swarming in? We were
all Paris hometown brawlers, the rest of us, not to fear; but you, pauvre
bougre, with your impossible German passport...."
Dorothea Tanning, Birthday