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Collage by Max Ernst for The House of Fear, Notes From Down Below by Leonora Carrington, 1988
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Max Ernst. Illustration to “A Week of Kindness”, 1934, collage on paper. Surrealism. (via artmagnifique)
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Max Ernst - Une Semaine de Bonté [Dimanche] (c.1934)
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Max Ernst - Une Semaine de Bonté [Dimanche] (c.1934)
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Max Ernst - from ‘Une semaine de bonté’, (1934) (via indypendent-thinking)
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L’immaculée conception / Alors je vous présenterai l’oncle from La femme 100 têtes by Max Ernst, 1929
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Nothing can stop the passing smile which accompanies the crimes from one sex to the other, the unlimited meetings and robust effervescences in the supposedly poisoned wheel, and public discharges at any place (all places equal). And Loplop, the best bird, made himself fleshless flesh to live amongst us. His smile will be elegantly sober. His arm will be drunkness, his sting fire. His look will descend straight into the debris of the parched cities.
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Living alone on her phantom-globe, beautiful garbed in her dreams, Perturbation, my sister, the 100-headless woman. Every bloody revolt will make her live endowed with grace and truth. Her smile, the fire, will fall like black jelly and white rust on the flanks of the mountain, and her phantom-globe will find us at every halting place.
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The night howls in its hiding-place and approaches our eyes like wounded flesh.
A door opens itself backwards by the night of silence. A bodiless body places himself parallel to his body and shows us - like a phantomless phantom with particular saliva - the matrix for postage stamps. Two bodiless bodies place themselves parallel to their bodies, falling out of beds and curtains - like phantomless phantoms.
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Collages by Max Ernst for “The House of Fear, Notes from Down Below” by Leonora Carrington, published in 1988
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