tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57105302011-11-25T03:48:18.050-08:00The online bulletin of the Portland Surrealist GroupBrandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-17762806920015855422008-01-29T08:42:00.000-08:002008-01-30T18:02:37.363-08:00

The Portland Surrealist Group, founded in August 2001, dissolved on January 14th, 2008. Due to various internal situations we were unable to maintain a level of collective activity that was consistent over time, and this led to Brandon Freels resigning on January 13th. After further discussion FN Brill and I decided to disband the group. Much of the material that has been published at the Flying

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Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-19072493923433001472007-10-25T16:13:00.000-07:002007-10-25T16:17:01.048-07:00

Water colored turtles bask in useless abandonLuminous chocolate spirited awayThe purple Shetlander adrift in ennuiHers was a tragic compulsion to laugh whilst shoppingSomething extraordinary is stalking meAnd you sit there listening to Burmese operas youdon’t quite likeA little star dust paints my way into your pinkyearningsSeven over twelve curved nimblesShimmery sand hill cranes dance for mates

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On July eleventh I dreamed I was in a scene featuring a frozen woman and a telepathic fox. The woman was laying on the ground in a thick layer of opaque ice, while the fox seemed to be narrating comic-book panels with its mind. In these panels which I was reading or hearing, the fox suggested someone drill a small hole towards the woman's breathing area so he could lick or bite the rest of the

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1.I was in one of those forests in another body under the earth and on the sun planted in the masculine word facing the sea!I was heaving the oracle stained with garden gates running through the world’s pierced coons I’m wild I’m new surrounded by flies!Water whispers into the barricade ready for blooming flesh birds of night bathers dancers rivers steam!I was standing shaking every mountain red

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Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-39244352267282515502007-04-28T20:50:00.000-07:002007-04-30T10:57:31.831-07:00

These texts were composed using a technique of word collage in which lines or phrases from a newspaper were removed from their original context and rearranged to reveal a latent content.Ask An Empty BoxAsk an empty box to give happiness. It is space-oceanic trousers—the new worlds. I repeat, I'm a good question. Do you eliminate big squeak? I have the face of bark. Cover two sanity autographs

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Dancin in the Streets: Anarchists, IWWs, Surrealists, Situationists & Provos in the 1960s Edited with Introductions by Franklin Rosemont & Charles Radcliffe (Charles H Kerr, 1740 West Greenleaf Avenue, Chicago, Illinois 60626) 447 pp. $17 paper.Certain books have a magical glow to them. The choice of illustrations to accompany the text, the overall layout of the book and, most importantly, the

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Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1168390645665905382007-01-09T16:55:00.000-08:002007-01-09T16:57:25.673-08:00

Close your eyes and open:I am internally yoursWalls within locust wordsClose your eyes and open this graveThe architects built my lifeLive here for a whileGeometrical figureLying mouth to mouthUpside-down the piano growlsA little milk in your eyeThe snake rising fromImmense forests of secretsI was thinking of herAnd asked you to spend the nightFalling into the closing mouthEmpty coffins sweatWhat

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-28309103335878913932006-12-25T18:40:00.000-08:002007-01-24T07:13:01.405-08:00

After the Second World War, throughout the economically developed world, religion, especially Roman Catholicism, had to abate its centuries-old claim to direct people’s inner lives, their sexuality, their social and moral existence. A large portion of humanity thus reaped the fruits of the long anti-Christian struggles of the eighteenth century, initiated by the bourgeoisie and pursued even more

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Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1155073597594211152006-08-08T14:41:00.000-07:002006-08-09T06:20:20.256-07:00

During my teenage years a girl I knew told me of a ruinous castle hidden in Portland’s west hills. Over time I conducted various spontaneous searches for this building, but all went unrewarded. It wasn’t until I discussed this topic with the Portland Surrealist Group that I recovered any information. MK Shibek told me of seeing a band perform an acoustic set one night in the remnants of a stone

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1151727385518676972006-06-30T21:16:00.000-07:002006-06-30T21:37:39.413-07:00

In the author’s own words, Automatic Smoke Signals is “not really an art book, but a cycle of images representing an interpretive delirium.” At times reminiscent of Matta’s paintings, these photographic documents of natural phenomena invite us into the mystery of transient forms caused by the interplay of fire and air. Bragg’s surrational and often humorous captions accompany each image, and

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Terry Gilliam’s 1985 film Brazil makes a profound declaration about the poverty of modern living. Clearly Orwellian, it portrays an atomized society where the people are subjugated to a system of deceptive images and technological barriers that isolate them from each other both physically and psychologically. As a critique Brazil seems more relevant today than when originally released. With

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1142993409472780692006-03-21T18:10:00.000-08:002006-03-22T01:04:17.316-08:00

Map reading as a form of interpretive delirium brings us closer to the surreality in geography. Where the Willamette and Columbia rivers meet there becomes visible the tip of a canine nose that eventually gives way to the silhouette of a coyote framed by the two rivers. This image shadows the region, stretching its chest as far south as Oregon City and flattening its ears eastward in the form of

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1139869358268832132006-02-13T14:19:00.000-08:002006-02-20T01:20:06.180-08:00

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1139393751674406772006-02-08T02:11:00.000-08:002006-02-08T13:04:03.580-08:00

I is an other. So what if a piece of wood discovers it is a violin…If brass wakes as a bugle, it is not its fault at all.―Arthur Rimbaud (1871)By demanding the impossible, we become impossible in our demands. Make no mistake about it, we demand an end to all forms of domination and insist on the realization of poetry in everyday life. Only by erasing the artificial dichotomy between dream and

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Rocks have the incredible ability of being perceived as things they are not. In the inspired mind a simple outcome of erosion can, by chance, match the human figure, creating a fault-line in our patterned, predictable view of the world. Almost a mile south from the city of Bandon, in a remote location off the Oregon coast, is a rock formation that can easily be identified as a woman’s face in

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1134494051709951042005-12-13T09:10:00.000-08:002006-01-15T01:49:13.276-08:00

Before I reached puberty I was prone to somnambulism, an altered state of sleep, often referred to as sleepwalking, in which the body is aroused while the conscious self is not. Although memories of somnambulism are, like dreams, usually offset with amnesia, I have several ambiguous recollections of these walks, as if a camcorder had been, in a moment of violent desperation, accidentally switched

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1133812100166287042005-12-05T11:48:00.000-08:002005-12-05T21:06:33.853-08:00

For three weeks, in the ghettos of the poor suburbs, euphemistically named “sensitive neighborhoods,” on the outskirts of the outskirts, thousands of cars were burned, public utilities devastated, troops of police deliberately attacked.There is nothing new about what sparked these incidents: the absurd death of two adolescents seized by panic, in the course of “normal police behavior.” Comparable

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House-FaceHigh tension wires in radio grandmothersInk tinsHeavy eye ants snuggled in dense tweedHow can raw veils choke cooked breasts?Throat in the closetCorpus YearPulsar-quasar noon music, light’s bent neurosis lookPiano flowers stalking ease in London or corpus yearZither carriages carried away raised bedsMonkey cables on piano and harp hubcapsUrn paintings at restWet VertigoThe wet point of

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Every year the Vaux’s Swifts migrate through northwest Portland and hold a September occupation of the massive chimney at the Chapman Elementary School. Gathering in the thousands, these petite birds speck the sky during the day only to collectively dive into the chimney at sunset, like a tornado returning to a genie’s lamp. Normally nesting in the hollow tree trunks and cavities found in

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Three years ago a small group of Surrealists declared “war is not inevitable… the worst is never inevitable,” that the “liberated imagination, unbound by profit and power can reintegrate a world divided by cynical conspiracies.” Today, as the war in Iraq continues, Surrealists cannot vomit contempt into the face of Bush and his allies quite fast enough to relieve the nausea. Stronger purgatives

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When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And Commerce settles on every tree—William BlakeThose who work their lives away should have little reason to celebrate the pillar at the southwest entrance to the Lloyd Center Mall. This insidious column of giant coins inscribed with capitalist proverbs, pompously titled “Capitalism” as if we didn’t already get it, appears more like a snide parody of the

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The Cultural Economy Initiative was developed by Portland Mayor Vera Katz to give assistance to local artists in hopes of luring to Portland what economist Richard Florida has termed the “Creative Class,” a trendy branch of the middle class who will allegedly bring with them economic growth. The following letter to The Organ Review of Arts is our response to that initiative. A somewhat altered

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159247277640118242003-08-21T22:07:00.000-07:002006-09-25T22:25:32.603-07:00

As creepy as he is heartless, the murderous businessman in the White House is only the most glaring example of a repressive system bent on expansion and global supremacy. Having launched an unprecedented aggression on the world under the guise of fighting terrorism, the Bush regime represents the most blatant manifestation of capitalism’s predatory core.Perfectly aware of what causes what, the

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159259449043279952003-05-01T01:28:00.000-07:002006-09-26T01:30:49.043-07:00

The pillaging of André Breton’s studio at 42 Rue Fontaine was finalized in April with an auction of Breton’s possessions, despite the efforts of various demonstrators who called for the French government’s intervention on grounds of cultural preservation. Fortunately, the government declined these misguided invitations, perhaps due to Breton’s reputation as an enemy of the state. Unfortunately,

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159259260860961982003-05-01T01:25:00.000-07:002006-09-26T01:28:26.716-07:00

Sometimes words on the radio, in print, in the dream-ear, or in overheard conversations will dialogue with great humor or insight. Any mouth can play unknowingly.In April, while listening to war news on community radio, and looking through Penelope Rosemont’s Surrealist Women, my eyes fell upon a Meret Oppenheim collage entitled “Paradise is Under the Ground.” As if echoing, a radio voice said “

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In a time when, slowly, surrealism is becoming more and more commercialized, it is good to see a new surrealist-oriented zine appear. Communicating Vessels is a much-welcomed reprieve to the incessant whining of those who see surrealism as an art form rather than a movement for liberation. Published in standard zine format of photocopied pamphlet, Communicating Vessels combines its editor’s

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159258671991944832003-05-01T01:15:00.000-07:002006-09-26T01:17:51.993-07:00

In the recent lead up to Bush’s war many radicals referred to the entire enterprise as surreal. Though well intentioned, I paused to contradict my comrades. Fascist, phantasmagoric, horrific: yes. But surrealist: no. It is easy to forgive their confusion, however, as an entire industry has been built from the marketing of murdered surrealism. Academics, critics and professional artists, the

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159258430020068662003-05-01T01:11:00.000-07:002006-09-26T01:13:50.023-07:00

Just prior to invading Iraq, Captain Phillip Wolford led US troops in a Seminole war dance. “We will be entering Iraq as an army of liberation, not domination,” he said, “so it would not be right to go in with the American flag flying.”Was Wolford trying to honor Native American heritage, or did he think that a Seminole war dance performed by the same US military that helped conquer the North

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159258903026873312003-03-20T01:20:00.000-08:002006-09-26T01:21:43.026-07:00

On March 20th, as the United States military began its invasion of Iraq, thousands of peace demonstrators in Portland, including the members of the Portland Surrealist Group, expressed their frustration and disgust by participating in a citywide protest, which started as a march from the Terry Shrunk Plaza and ended in a maelstrom of bold contestations. Leaving the Plaza like a colossal anaconda

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Imprisoned in an everyday cage, neither our bodies nor our minds are free in any real sense. We have lost our power to a parasitic society. Working for bosses, landowners, national and global elites, we have been conquered by an authoritarian structure that cannot meet the fundamental human needs of passion, peace, and freedom. The price of mere existence continues to rise, with millions homeless

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159257801076547792002-12-01T00:59:00.000-08:002006-09-26T01:03:21.080-07:00

On my way home last night I stopped, as I often do, to sit at one of my favorite overlooks in Portland. This place is the hill above a wildlife refuge along the dark, muddy, mighty Willamette River. This alcove of water and the sliver of forest on its rim are home to many different kinds of birds including bald eagles, blue herons, hawks, geese, and osprey. A place still charged with much magic.

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Mexican daisyUnearthed by wailing cocoonsYou hear the moon moanStalking fettered silkCalls the sea goddess to dreamI’m sleeping backwardsGusts of dry raindropsBoil pulchritude and protestYour shoes in my soupThe tips of your breastsSwallowing the molten keyInvading the sandsThe true gardenerOn top of the folding sundialMelting ghostly chainsIn circles of dustThe white rose of my desireSuicide

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In early August I went to the Tri-Met Transit Mall located along Fifth and Sixth Avenues with a tape recorder and sign reading “Portland Surrealist Group Interviews.” Most people chose to pass by or face the street, awaiting buses in silence. About a fourth of them looked at the sign or made eye contact. At four in the afternoon the streets were busy but not full. Only the curious were asked the

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Two or more players roll at least two dice. One should be 20-sided, the other(s) can be six-sided or any other smaller number. The idea is to provoke sentences with the number of words corresponding to what one rolled. This can take the form of a story, social critique, joke, insult, etc. The dice are passed as quickly as possible to keep the clumsy deliberation mechanisms at bay, and a dialogue

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159256357414170412002-12-01T00:38:00.000-08:002006-09-26T00:39:17.416-07:00

When surrealist evidence emerges from the river of thought’s real functioning, the dance becomes like a wave of snakes, nervous magnetism entering the world.Whether used as a key, poison-tipped arrow, fixed-explosive or battering ram, automatism provokes expansion where the bodymind meets society and itself.There are no experts here, only inner experience and psychic necessity. These realms are

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The word pornography, regardless of efforts made by prudish critics, refers specifically to a commodity fashioned for the exploitation of the (usually male) consumer’s sexual energy. It is the product of an industry that functions in accordance with the conventions of the current capitalist regime, and produces substantial profits for such mainstream corporations as AOL Time-Warner, AT&T, and

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159255585553977602002-12-01T00:26:00.000-08:002006-09-26T00:28:41.633-07:00

Quills is a movie based loosely on the Marquis de Sade’s stay in the Charenton Asylum in the late 1700s in France. It’s fanciful and a bit contrived, but it is a fun and engrossing movie with some delightful subversion and social satire.While he is comfortably locked up with a liberal but pious priest as warden Sade’s manuscripts are smuggled out by a friendly linen worker. The books become

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159255453181402992002-12-01T00:21:00.000-08:002006-09-26T00:24:13.190-07:00

The energy of the Pacific Northwest has always inspired us to dream, play, wander, and act as instruments of passion. Unfortunately, we live in a social context dominated by the dichotomy of work and consumption, an imported nightmare that is completely incompatible with the natural drives, the environment, and life beyond survival. This culture of slave consciousness has forced us to exist for

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159252056495068592002-11-01T23:27:00.000-08:002006-09-26T02:08:08.050-07:00

I first encountered André Breton’s surrealist manifestoes as a young anarchist in the late 80s, and was attracted to the ideas within. Surrealist poetry had a familiar resonance: I recognized how psychic automatism existed in my own experience. The quality of that expressive revelation reminded me of how long sentences, scenes and pictures would unfold before me, independent of conscious

Brandon Freelsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710530.post-1159257531795054032002-09-05T00:56:00.000-07:002006-09-26T00:58:51.796-07:00

Tube, found in the Old Town District, is a monotonous and elitist bar paying homage to the television and the power structures that use it as an instrument to coerce passivity. With the profits from their excessively high prices the owners of this sterilized hole are able to create a disquietingly bland, yet highly expensive, minimalist milieu. The interior of the bar has been coated with layers

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The Portland Surrealist Group proclaims its utmost resistance to the promotion of aesthetic elitism, drive-by art appreciation, and capitalist idiocy by the First Thursday pimps, not to mention our outrage at their economic bond with the gentrification of the Pearl District. We also announce our absolute lack of confidence in the mechanical and domesticated creativity of Portland’s privileged as

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First Thursday is a phenomenon that occurs every month in the Pearl District, where aesthetic elitists and bourgeois fuckheads meet to celebrate their enslavement publicly. On June 6th several members of the Portland Surrealist Group, accompanied by five fellow travelers, descended into the depths of the Pearl to distribute a flyer that announced our objection to this repetitious event, declared

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Due to the unorthodox nature of your recent contestation of the infestation of your Wilsonville neighborhood by the Coffee Creek Correctional Facility we applaud both your humor and your strategical defiance. This gulag, imposed on your neighborhood as well as those trapped inside, should be a scandal, and your response, the planting of five school buses like monstrous straws of steel wheat, is

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On December 5, 2001 the Portland Surrealist Group collaborated with KBOO’s Circle “A” Radio to produce an hour-long program dedicated to surrealism. The line-up was composed of several pieces on the history and purpose of the surrealist movement, an open invitation to participate with our activities, delirious poetics, and a round table discussion with our group and the hosts of Circle “A” Radio.

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Everything that is most eccentric in man, the gipsy inhim, can surely be summed up in these two syllables:garden …This evening, the gardens are marshalling their ranks ofgreat dusky plants that look like nomadic encampments inthe heart of cities.—Louis Aragon, Paris PeasantDignity Village, which grew from the “Out of the Doorways” campaign sponsored by Street Roots newspaper, is a homeless

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“Poetry must be made by all. Not by one.”—Ducasse/Lautréamont“Imagination is the reality of tomorrow.”—St. Pol-RouxIt doesn’t matter what critics say. Like the Coelacanth—declared dead by critical minds while it went on swimming far away from their muddle—surrealism swims and breathes! In Prague, Paris, Stockholm, Leeds, Chicago, and elsewhere, surrealism animates itself through groups and

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