Lucid Dream Cyanotype Compositions
~ A Dadaist Reminisces~
Dr. Bell mixes my heart shape with the coffee for the cyanotype in the middle of the week. This swirling lizard on my stomach – nothing falls in love with the seriousness of photogram shooting in December – Hoar Frost Developing again! Fortunately, the converted technetium pulp looked thin, when he metaphysically re-photographed the blonde with psychic metaphor emulsion. Her beautician will enjoy her aged astral healing mezzotints!
A person named Grok was playing a steam powered hurdy-gurdy, while a flock of Chupacabra Rex flew above the steeples. The camera obscurantist quickly sprayed upwards to the sky with a well-designed 6-pen double switch to escape the yogourt dream environment. There is no satisfying dream of bale-fire bananas – empty of appeal, like a comedic camera lucida cryptid cat-wheeling across a bridge at noonday.
The telegram arrived just in time for lunch, and a friend assured me that I was asleep, while I was working at the Wellington typography. It was just a scream … trees, boys, player pianos, parrots, and Gutenberg’s ghost – I’m slowly declining. Sandy, I have no worries about old-fashioned petrol arithmetic. I’m sorry to dream of this positronic phantasmagoria program. The same should be written without error or obstacles.
There is nothing better than getting out of bed, with Wise Beast augmentation surgery gathering on the city skyline. Looking out the window, the view was mesmerizing – Hang gliders launched from the airships – they spun like Fray Wray’s voice in the wind. An Evening Coronal doesn’t really help the idea of blue oatmeal at noon meal. Still, it proved to be a good day.
Implied Spaces 
I’ve never really known what a hurry-gurdy is. Thank you for the prompt to look it up
Most welcome. 🙂 I used some hurdy-gurdy music on some of my Asemic Tarot posts. here is the link ( Patty Gurdy is an amazing performer)
https://asemictarot.wordpress.com/tag/hurdy-gurdy/
I agree. Thanks for the link, which I must have missed last time
I enjoyed the close-up of the hurdy-gurdy and seeing the technique used to, as it were, change the bowing. And these mini-narratives, I rather think they would well as a series of podcasts: my eyes tend to float over the words but when I speak them I think about the implicit ‘meaning’ (or, rather, meanings) and try to get them across in all their ambiguity.
They are fascinating instruments, like the bagpipes, they can be used to create mournful eerie laments or high-stepping tunes. Says something about the cultures in which they became popular.
With the prose piece, I seem to be working in a genre-style that goes by the designation of dreampunk. Fantasy narratives in which events and point of view are governed by surreal dream logic and imagery. I guess every genre-style acquires some sort of name-label – either as branding or just as a means of quickly identifying and qualifying in discussion. I think it sits in the basket next to Bizarro fiction, The New Weird, and Slipstream. Sign on the basket – You will recognize it when you see it, just don’t expect an overly clear definition or characteristics. 😀