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  <title>Discussions of group: surreality</title>
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  <description>Surrealism. Philosophy. Surrealism is based on the belief in the superior reality of certain forms of previously neglected associations, in the omnipotence of dream, in the disinterested play of thought. It tends to ruin once and for all other psychic mechanisms and to substitute itself for them in solving all the principal problems of life.</description>
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    <title>poetry from the surreal realms</title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 18:26:06 +0000</pubDate>
    <author>nobody@ipernity.com (lunaryuna)</author>
    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/lunaryuna"&gt;lunaryuna&lt;/a&gt; has started a topic:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/doc/lunaryuna/742067"&gt;&lt;img src="http://u1.ipernity.com/u/1/35/8C/691253.3f269bf51.m.jpg" width="240" height="240" alt="got this city linked to my brain ..." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The Brain That Ran Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by&lt;br /&gt;
Stephen Collicoat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last night, I saw&lt;br /&gt;
Your brain run away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's O.K. though:&lt;br /&gt;
No one else&lt;br /&gt;
Appeared to notice&lt;br /&gt;
And certainly it's no loss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It occurred&lt;br /&gt;
On the stroke of eight,&lt;br /&gt;
When I was busy&lt;br /&gt;
Serving soup and meat:&lt;br /&gt;
Dinner at home for friends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your skull flipped open&lt;br /&gt;
Allowing your brain to slither out&lt;br /&gt;
Before the hair cap closed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Proud I didn't miss a beat&lt;br /&gt;
Other hostesses,&lt;br /&gt;
Even Elsie Maxwell,&lt;br /&gt;
Might have found that&lt;br /&gt;
Disconcerting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Watched it&lt;br /&gt;
Crawl down&lt;br /&gt;
To cling,&lt;br /&gt;
Glistening, on your cheek.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Swiftly grew&lt;br /&gt;
Feeler arms&lt;br /&gt;
And small, but sturdy legs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then it slid&lt;br /&gt;
Into your lap&lt;br /&gt;
Tracking blood,&lt;br /&gt;
Across your tie&lt;br /&gt;
And snowy shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A balletic leap,&lt;br /&gt;
Until it crouched,&lt;br /&gt;
Trembling amid our crockery.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As guests dissected&lt;br /&gt;
Steak and the Middle East,&lt;br /&gt;
It made its run.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Scurrying,&lt;br /&gt;
Like a desperate rat,&lt;br /&gt;
Dodging crashing bottles&lt;br /&gt;
And stabbing forks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lost sight of it&lt;br /&gt;
At table's end.&lt;br /&gt;
Heard its thump though:&lt;br /&gt;
A wet flop&lt;br /&gt;
Upon the polished floor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Squirming behind our drapes.&lt;br /&gt;
Appearing briefly.&lt;br /&gt;
Suckered to the windowpane.&lt;br /&gt;
Fumbling with the catch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last glimpse I had&lt;br /&gt;
Was of a scarlet demon fleeing:&lt;br /&gt;
Escaping through the garden.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
    <media:title>poetry from the surreal realms</media:title>
    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/home/lunaryuna"&gt;lunaryuna&lt;/a&gt; has started a topic:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/doc/lunaryuna/742067"&gt;&lt;img src="http://u1.ipernity.com/u/1/35/8C/691253.3f269bf51.m.jpg" width="240" height="240" alt="got this city linked to my brain ..." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The Brain That Ran Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by&lt;br /&gt;
Stephen Collicoat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last night, I saw&lt;br /&gt;
Your brain run away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's O.K. though:&lt;br /&gt;
No one else&lt;br /&gt;
Appeared to notice&lt;br /&gt;
And certainly it's no loss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It occurred&lt;br /&gt;
On the stroke of eight,&lt;br /&gt;
When I was busy&lt;br /&gt;
Serving soup and meat:&lt;br /&gt;
Dinner at home for friends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your skull flipped open&lt;br /&gt;
Allowing your brain to slither out&lt;br /&gt;
Before the hair cap closed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Proud I didn't miss a beat&lt;br /&gt;
Other hostesses,&lt;br /&gt;
Even Elsie Maxwell,&lt;br /&gt;
Might have found that&lt;br /&gt;
Disconcerting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Watched it&lt;br /&gt;
Crawl down&lt;br /&gt;
To cling,&lt;br /&gt;
Glistening, on your cheek.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Swiftly grew&lt;br /&gt;
Feeler arms&lt;br /&gt;
And small, but sturdy legs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then it slid&lt;br /&gt;
Into your lap&lt;br /&gt;
Tracking blood,&lt;br /&gt;
Across your tie&lt;br /&gt;
And snowy shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A balletic leap,&lt;br /&gt;
Until it crouched,&lt;br /&gt;
Trembling amid our crockery.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As guests dissected&lt;br /&gt;
Steak and the Middle East,&lt;br /&gt;
It made its run.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Scurrying,&lt;br /&gt;
Like a desperate rat,&lt;br /&gt;
Dodging crashing bottles&lt;br /&gt;
And stabbing forks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lost sight of it&lt;br /&gt;
At table's end.&lt;br /&gt;
Heard its thump though:&lt;br /&gt;
A wet flop&lt;br /&gt;
Upon the polished floor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Squirming behind our drapes.&lt;br /&gt;
Appearing briefly.&lt;br /&gt;
Suckered to the windowpane.&lt;br /&gt;
Fumbling with the catch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last glimpse I had&lt;br /&gt;
Was of a scarlet demon fleeing:&lt;br /&gt;
Escaping through the garden.&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
    <media:credit role="author">lunaryuna</media:credit>
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