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Funeral of a Surrealist

Surrealist’s funeral is held in the air, yet, his coffin is not carried by a supersonic speed plane flying through the open sky—altitude higher than the stratosphere, gazing at the sun or a blimp drifting away, in the air, in a leisurely way, looking down upon the earth but on a cloud pulled by an old eyeless pack-horse(1)— the horse lost his eyes stealing a glance on a flawless beautiful naked goddess on a moonlit night, surrounded by a dense fog that makes everyone unable to see the sky or the earth. The funeral procession, though no one follows, we hear the wail, someone must have crept up from underworld or descended from above, they follow the funeral procession. As the sadness long held in a heart bursts, the wail becomes louder and when it becomes louder, furious Zeus frustrated from failing to rape a mortal maiden, condemns the mourners “why the wail, impudent mortals!” and casts thunderbolt to pierce the heart of earth, then the deafening roar grows louder and swallows the mourners’ wail. As the mourners’ wail die down dark clouds rush together in the sky, they pour onto the wilderness and become a torrential rain. The water rises, the mountain floats, time heaps up high; a lonely boat passes through between streetlight poles lower than the river bed; when all the waters have poured into the sea a rainbow appears, but it’s odd! only three primary colors hangs on the mountaintop, as if it wants to say something on its mind. As rainbow fads away, Apollo hastens through a clear sky driving his golden chariot chasing game; I would rather hold my children’s corpses fallen from Apollo’s merciless arrows in my arms and become a lifeless rock with the never ceasing tears(2) than to live long as the weight of a handful of dust withering, shrinking and decaying under his blessing.(3) Is that why, the surrealist’s corpse pulled by old eyeless pack-horse strikingly resembles a blasphemous artist wearing a pointed-up mustache with gold-chained melted watch in his vest pocket?(4) Is that why, though his body is eaten by the worms(5) not able to obtain Peter’s sanction(6) to enter either paradise or hell? Is that why, he is wandering in the air(7) surrounded by a thick cloud holding a piece of saecula saeculorum with disabled two fingers stripped off from the mustached artist’s distorted watch? Note: 1. Tiresias 2. Niobe 3. Cumaean Sibyl 4. Dali 5. Baudelaire 6. Matt 16:19 7. Oedipus

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Date: 12/14/2014 7:54:00 AM
Beautifully pennned Su! I love the surrealists dear friend. And I really love your piece! Dali is my favorite of all. He was a genius not just a painter. A 7 for you! I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!:) Love and light! Xxx D
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Date: 12/14/2014 8:06:00 PM
Thanks. I always walk in a maize; but somehow, I come out from the maze and amazed by the outside world view.

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