This is a true revolution, Poetic first, because it denies poetry by transcending it. The arrangement as a poem is banished in favor of the automatic text, the dictation of the unconscious, the dream narrative. No concern for art, for beauty. Those are paltry goals, unworthy of attention. The poet’s soul is what it is.
Maurice Nadeau, The History of Surrealism
Does the ocean have a soul?
All the children tell the same story.
Q&A Session Mary Ellen Binkele and Michelle Tennison (2013)