Portrait de l'acteur AB dans son rôle mémorable de l'an de grâce 1713
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- | ''[[Portrait de l'acteur AB dans son rôle mémorable de l'an de grâce 1713]][http://ombresblanches.wordpress.com/2012/12/15/a-forest-pt-4-a-passage-in-time/ab-1713/]'' (1941) is a [[poème-objet]] by [[André Breton]]. | + | ''[[Portrait de l'acteur AB dans son rôle mémorable de l'an de grâce 1713]][http://ombresblanches.wordpress.com/2012/12/15/a-forest-pt-4-a-passage-in-time/ab-1713/]'' (1941, Portrait of Actor A.B. in his memorable Role, the Year of Our Lord 1713) is an [[object-poem]] by [[André Breton]]. |
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+ | *[[1713]] | ||
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+ | "[[The Object Poem]]" (1942) by André Breton in ''[[Surrealism and Painting]]'' | ||
- | Le premier poème- objet a été présenté par André Breton en 1929” (The object-poem is a composition that sets out to combine the resources of poetry and the plastic arts and to speculate about their mutual power of exaltation. | + | In one of his letters he wrote: |
+ | It is the most weirdly perfect embodiment of my own moods and pseudo-memories that I have ever seen–for all my life I have felt as if I might wake up out of this dream of an idiotic Victorian age and insane jazz age into the sane reality of 1760 or 1770 or 1780 . . . the age of the white steeples and fanlighted doorways of the ancient hill, and of the long-s’d books of the old dark attic trunk-room at 454 Angell Street. God Save the King! | ||
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Portrait de l'acteur AB dans son rôle mémorable de l'an de grâce 1713[1] (1941, Portrait of Actor A.B. in his memorable Role, the Year of Our Lord 1713) is an object-poem by André Breton.
See also
References
"The Object Poem" (1942) by André Breton in Surrealism and Painting
In one of his letters he wrote:
It is the most weirdly perfect embodiment of my own moods and pseudo-memories that I have ever seen–for all my life I have felt as if I might wake up out of this dream of an idiotic Victorian age and insane jazz age into the sane reality of 1760 or 1770 or 1780 . . . the age of the white steeples and fanlighted doorways of the ancient hill, and of the long-s’d books of the old dark attic trunk-room at 454 Angell Street. God Save the King!