After Claude Cahun
by Juliet Jacques
I read somewhere that the Romantic poets ate rotten meat before they went to sleep so that they would have more intense dreams. I can’t remember where – I’m always memorising facts and quotes, but never where I saw them. It might have been in that Hugh Sykes Davies essay, Biology and Surrealism, where he argues that Surrealism, rather than being a bold new movement – or even a fusion of Dada, Freudian psychoanalysis and revolutionary Marxism – Surrealism was actually a continuation of Shelley, Byron, Coleridge and company, rendering it traditional and domestic, but probably not.
It doesn’t matter: I have Sertraline.
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Sertraline Surrealism was commissioned by Daniela Cascella and Natasha Soobramanien for Smarginature, a project that explores the ways in which language and languages can elude definitions and trespass boundaries.