Tailing the snark

“surrealism is a poem more than this.  

the intention that things do not fit 

together.  As if my grandmother had 

chewed on her jigsaw puzzle before 

she died.  Not as a gesture of contempt

for the scattered nature of reality.  

Not because the pieces would not fit 

in time.  But because this would be 

the only way to cause an alliance 

between the dead and the living.  To 

magic the whole thing toward what they

called God.  To mess around.  To 

totally destroy the pieces.  To build 

around them.”  Jack Spicier.