Bourgeois life is crushing the imagination from this planet. In due course this will provoke a backlash, since the imagination can never be wholly repressed. A new Surrealism will probably be born.
“A bee upon a briar-rose hung And wild with pleasure suck’d and kiss’d; A flesh-fly near, with snout in dung, Sneer’d, ‘What a Transcendentalist!’”
Coventry Patmore | “The Flesh-Fly and the Bee”
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