Surrealism Poetry Prompt: Dali the Surrealist, the Prophet

By the late 1930s, the surrealist painters had well established norms–that is, if you can call anything about their work normal. Using free associations, awkward juxtapositions, and dream-like presentations, the surrealists painted ethereal scenes that re-imagined the assumptions of the society of the day. To the surrealist, nothing was off-limits. Sexuality, religion, the nature of art itself–these were the common subjects of the surrealist painters.

By the late 1930s, Spanish surrealist Salvador Dali was one of the most notable painters of the movement. Having shown the masterful ability to capture the essence of the unconscious, Dali had garnered a world-wide following, in no small part due to his famous painting, “The Persistence of Memory.” But by the close of the 30s, the days were coming darker amidst the building Nazi threat, and the images of molten pocket-watches likely failed to capture the collective consciousness of the day. So, in 1940, Dali set out to capture “The Face of War.”

The work depicts a head, free-floating in a post-apocalyptic desert. Wearing an expression eerily reminiscent of the figure in Edvard Munch’s “The Scream,” the eyes and mouth contain other free floating heads, these more skeletonized than the first. Dali gives the illusion that the heads exist in infinity, the eyes and mouths of each successive head filled with others just like it. The shadows of the head point west as the rising sun exposes a new, horrific reality.

In its day, the painting was certainly shocking, a visceral portent of the coming conflict. But with the benefit of hindsight, one wonders whether Dali was more than a participant in the surrealist movement. One wonders whether he had become a prophet of sorts, whether he saw the fall of Hiroshima in 1945, and with it, the rise of a nuclear world where great civilizations could be laid to ruin in the span of an afternoon.

Salvador Dali was an eccentric fellow, some might say. But I might argue that he was something more. I might argue that Dali came to embody the surrealist exploration of the human unconsciousness, and in so doing, his prophetic vision was the most perfect of the surrealist works.

Dali once claimed, “I myself am surrealism.” I, for one, think Dali was spot-on.

Today’s Poetry Prompt: Building on the tradition of Dali’s “The Faces of War,” can you re-imagine the coming world? Feel free to explore themes other than war, too. Religion, humanity, government, love, these are all themes that are up for grabs. This might be the most challenging surrealism prompt yet. Are you up to it?

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Tweetspeak’s November Surrealism Poetry Prompt:

This month’s poetry theme at Tweetspeak is surrealism, and we’re composing poems that play with the theme. Let’s create some surrealist poetry by playing with juxtapositions and free associations. Perhaps you can gain a bit of inspiration from this month’s playlist or from other source. We’d love you to join with us, even use a Dali or Picasso as your writing prompt. How do you participate?

1.  Study up a bit on the history of surrealism, on both the artistic and philosophical underpinnings of the movement. Listen to the Tweetspeak monthly playlist.

2.  Compose a poem using surrealist concepts, juxtapositions, or associations.

3. Tweet your poems to us. Add a #TSSurreal hashtag so we can find it and maybe share it with the world.

4. If you aren’t a twitter user, leave your found poem here in the comment box.

5. At the end of the month, we’ll choose a winning poem and ask the winner to record his or her poem to be featured in one of our upcoming Weekly Top 10 Poetic Picks.

And speaking of winners, last week, Maureen Doallas wrote “Dressed to Kill.” In it,

The raven laps a blood-spill of ink
from night’s mouth;

the sky slips
into its black silk feathers.

Clouds shimmy.

The bird in flight spells the stars’
own demise.

Twigged limbs ride point
high on these lovers’ bared backs,

thorn-thick beak stripping
bone to marrow.

 This is a frightful, beautiful, surreal piece. Thank you Maureen for sharing.

Now, let’s create some more surreal poetry; let’s re-imagine the world. Who’s first?

Photo by Grakus Art, Creative Commons via Flickr. Post by Seth Haines

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Comments

  1. says

    I am not up to it.

    But I recently read “Age of Miracles,” and I loved the idea of a small change–the Earth slowing its rotation–causing changes in families and in society. At times it was surreal, then when I finished it, I saw someone’s photos online of Southern California and thought, “Thank God California’s still OK.” That’s when I knew the book had gotten to me.

  2. says

    Our Heads No Longer Haloed

    We will live on dead wood,
    totem stumps our means

    to parry paths in landscapes
    riven by hands of bleaching

    bone. We will carry sweet cries
    of crows in our gilded throats,

    grateful for the cacophony
    that will leave us never alone.

    Our eyes will fill with black rain,
    that promise to relieve blisters

    born of the heat of the bombs
    our hearts will have become.

    Our oceans, those salted slicks
    of oil, we will set afire, give earth

    no room for disruptive maneuvers.
    Uncloaked clouds will sputter

    laughter loud in our ears. Wind
    will wail the welcoming of night.

    We will welcome sleep on stone,
    our heads no longer haloed.

  3. says

    Here is my poem for this weeks prompt:

    http://www.robbiepruitt.com/2012/11/death-becomes-her-death-corps-de-ballet.html

    For this surrealism poetry prompt, “Building on the tradition of Dali’s “The Faces of War,” can you re-imagine the coming world,” I decided to look at “Ballerina in a Death’s Head,” by Salvador Dali (1939), http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/salvador-dali/ballerina-in-a-death-s-head, and the war between death and life. In imagining the world to come, it is clear that death has to be overcome before redemption and restoration. The war against death here is a dance where beauty begins to emerge from the “shadow of death” itself. While death seeks to become us, or overcome us, it can be transcended in resurrection in the beautiful dance with the author of life, The Author of Resurrection.

    Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy!

    Robbie

    Congrats on your work “Dressed to Kill” Maureen! There were some lines in that poem that were dressed to kill. . . and kill they did. . .

  4. says

    Cinnamon
    slip… slide…slither
    through grass growing high past clouds, stars, skies, other worlds, taking my reaching arm by the hand to the mouth of yawning truths, suspectful, cheery, (cheering) lies.
    mixing yesterdays with tomorrows, forgetting today, there is nothing but nothing -(dark).

    drinking port, laughing, pointing fingers through shining-lights 4 eyes,
    piercing with exquisite pain
    feels so good
    I can only sleep.

    In sleep- wonder/wander – soft dreams.
    I taste smells of ‘Cinnabon’, in Subway cars I ride each day… where I jiggle and juggle and tumble
    next to other Subway riders…

    slip and slide and slither together into cinnamon dreams -and back again.

    Written for: Tweetspeak – Surrealism Poetry Prompt

    http://myredwinediary.wordpress.com/2012/11/29/cinnamon/

    Thanks for this prompt!

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