<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569822</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:07:04.688Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cheese Devours the Mouse</title><subtitle type='html'>Surrealist investigations, annotations, memorable quotes, thoughts, impressions.  In search of the marvelous by any means or method of exploration.  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealistnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistnotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896548283837131813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569822.post-107888376796046482</id><published>2004-03-10T01:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-10T02:06:20.110Z</updated><title type='text'> Bloodworks... 5 Cantos</title><summary type='text'>    	                   CANTO I -  Creo		Rivulets of red run through 	bluish frenzy as I watch	the night and ruefully await	dawn’s retort –	Like an army, with incessant marching	they advance like fish hooks 	over the horizon –		Drop by drop with none to find	sweeping over night’s despair	glad all at once but mourn the loss	of time’s last whisper –	Limpid pools well up inside	</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569822/posts/default/107888376796046482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569822/posts/default/107888376796046482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistnotes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107888376796046482' title=' Bloodworks... 5 Cantos'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896548283837131813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569822.post-107862896457228531</id><published>2004-03-07T03:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-07T03:12:28.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Means and Methods</title><summary type='text'>Excavation Collage Fertile sproutings spring from the depths.  That which is    hidden is waiting to be revealed by aggressive chance.   The liberation of the image is encouraged; its suggestion is    its virtue, the method is its potency.Excavations At first glance, a collage of disparate images thrust together in the same spatial plane. This method of arrival, at this clearly visible</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569822/posts/default/107862896457228531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569822/posts/default/107862896457228531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistnotes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107862896457228531' title='Means and Methods'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896548283837131813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569822.post-107858740286361266</id><published>2004-03-06T15:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:29:03.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Étrécissements continues....</title><summary type='text'> Étrécissements   Étrécissements?  This is a process that involves reducing again an image. In this process of evaluating an image, and what it may suggest to become – something entirely new – this method of reduction allows us to reevaluate the image in a new light. This intriguing technique quite often bears the most delightful fruits through its liberation of the image by the method of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569822/posts/default/107858740286361266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569822/posts/default/107858740286361266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistnotes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107858740286361266' title='Étrécissements continues....'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896548283837131813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569822.post-107841045337085974</id><published>2004-03-03T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:15:54.263Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>means and methods –ÉtrécissementsPRESENTATION		J'ai nomme  "Étrécissements" les résultats d'un procédé que l'ai expérimenté pour la première fois au cours de l'été 1964. Manceuvrant à l'estime une paire de ciseaux, je découpais une image de magazine; elle représentait une couple de profil, le homme étant sur le point d'embrasser sa partenaire.  le hasard fit que l'image mutilée, a laquelle je</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569822/posts/default/107841045337085974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569822/posts/default/107841045337085974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealistnotes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841045337085974' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896548283837131813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
