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SurautomatismSurautomatism is any theory or act in practice of surrealist creative production taking or purporting to take automatism to its most absurd limits.In their 1945 statement "Dialectic of Dialectic," Romanian surrealists Gherashim Luca[?] and Dolfi Trost[?] wrote, "We have returned to the problem of knowledge through images... by establishing a clear distinction between images produced by artistic means and images resulting from rigorously applied scientific procedures, such as the operation of chance or of automatism. We stand opposed to the tendency to reproduce, through symbols, certain valid theoretical contents by the use of pictorial techniques, and believe that the unknown that surrounds us can find a staggering materialization of the highest order in indecipherable images. In generally accepting until now pictorial reproductive means, surrealist painting will find that the way to its blossoming lies in the absurd use of aplastic, objective and entirely non-artistic procedures." In this statement is the core of surautomatist theory. The name surautomatism suggests a "going beyond" automatism, but whether surautomatism is anything but just a group methods by which surrealist automatism is practiced is controversial. Surautomatism includes cubomania, entopic graphomania and various types of what the Romanian surrealists called "indecipherable writing". See also: writing Lincoln." I subjoin a few stanzas:--
ROBERT OF LINCOLN
Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
Over the mountain-side or mead,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Snug and safe is that nest of ours,
Chee, chee, chee.
Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,
white.html">White are his shoulders and white his crest,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Look what a nice new coat is mine,
Chee, chee, chee.
Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife,
Passing at home a patient life,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Brood, kind creature; you need not fear
Chee, chee, chee.
Flagg, to write by far the best poem on the bobolink that I have
than Bryant's poem:--
THE O'LINCOLN FAMILY
A flock of merry singing-birds were sporting in the grove;
There were Bobolincon, Wadolincon, Winterseeble, Conquedle,--
Crying, "Phew, shew, Wadolincon, see.html">see, see, Bobolincon,
I know the saucy chap, I see his shining cap
Startled by his rival's song, quickened by his raillery.
And merrily he turns about, and warns him to beware!
But wait a week.html">week, till flowers are cheery,--wait a week,and,
Be sure of a house wherein to tarry!
Follow, follow, follow, follow, o'er the hill and in the hollow!
They cross and turn, and in and out, and down in the middle,
With a "Phew, shew, Wadolincon! listen to me, Bobolincon!--
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