Saturday, December 15, 2018

Forbidden Boredoms

On November 30th, 2018, Sylwia Chrostowska, William A. Davison, Joёl Gayraud, Sherri Lyn Higgins, and Vittoria Lion met at Future Bakery in Toronto for discussion, games and collective art-making. Here are some of the results of that meeting:


Distant towers, with their windows lit, look like trees. They sighed..."The solar system has begun to rot and I am swimming among radiant earlobes." And then they stepped out onto the radioactive prairie where tall grasses ate wayward children.  Birds glowed brightly in their glass jars as the avant-cowboys gripped their levitating saddles and hooted. Never awake the troll who dreams, he could find a new star on the nose of the Milky Way and the rainbows would become the eggplants of the skies. Going on the attack, glistening like worms and mushy like the skulls of newborns, we mistook them at first for dirigibles, from a great distance, unthreatening and ridiculous blobs.


The engines stopped vibrating on a dime. They trembled and shaked the wrist of time. Little did Emily realize that a tornado of spiralling eggs had descended upon the tiny village of mouth breathers. The Pentacle Robots slipped on the whimsical face of the weather during the assumption of the forbidden boredoms. The engines revved up again, then sighed as time left them, alone, to wind up its watches.


A lighter-than-air vehicle entered the room to the sound of a foghorn chorus. We lifted the furniture over our heads. But as for our feet, they are made of foam and smoke and clouds. The nose star sat comfortably in the universe and, propping its brow on the crutches it had seized from the interstellar beggar, it had a few deep smells of her lovely feet. The others went downstairs to check on the freshly murdered tulips sprouting in the laundry emitting invisible ink into the chocolate night. Next Tuesday their remains were more shocking than ever, singing to themselves in the corners of the room.

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

A shoe filled with soup

Last weekend, Jason Abdelhadi of the Ottawa Surrealist Group was visiting Toronto. On Nov. 18th, at the suggestion of S.Higgins, Jason organized a meeting at a local cafe (Jimmy's Coffee at Queen and Ossington - just a few doors down from one of our old haunts, The Ossington) for discussion and game-playing. The group consisted of William Davison (The Recordists), Joël Gayraud (Le groupe de Paris du mouvement surréaliste), Sherri Higgins (The Recordists), Vittoria Lion (Peculiar Mormyrid contributor), and Jason Abdelhadi (Ottawa Surrealist Group). Here are some of the results:


Dinosaur - A flying entity which has a tendency to erupt into strange squawking every third week of the month.

Balloon - The feathers of the wind when it blows from nowhere.

Harpsichord - A form of whipped topping.

Fence - The speed of ocelots times five.

Monkey - A strange mechanism by which the esophagus of the firmament is paralyzed, spitting frescoes onto the stratospheric forests.

Tornado - An extinct kind of dog indigenous to the inner chambers of Mount Etna.

Mortification of the flesh - The anxiety of the beaver in front of the cheesecake.

Popsicle - 1) A stage actor, 2) a mime.

Owl - A broken reflection in a pond of muddied dreams.

Truth - A shoe filled with soup.

Question and Answer

Q: Why does it rain in the springtime?
A: A cat with a green ear and a terrible sense of humor.

Q: What is the oldest family of organisms in the known universe?
A: The fourth leaf of a red clover.

Q: What is the law?
A: It occurs every second Sunday in the trunk of an abandoned car.

Q: Why has the storyteller forgotten the punchline?
A: An untrimmed nose hair bouquet.

Q: What is the opposite of soap?
A: Because the lady downstairs put the cat out.