I feel a great love for grass, thorns in the palm
of the hand, ears red against the sun,
and the little feathers of bottles.
Not only does all this delight me,
but also the grapevines and the donkeys
that crowd the sky.
In the sky
are donkeys with parrot heads, grass and sand
from the beach, all about to explode, all clean,
incredibly objective, and the scene
is awash in an indescribable blue,
the green, the red and yellow of a parrot,
an edible white, the metallic white
of a stray breast. How beautiful!
Helle,
dear sir! Yessirree, you must be rich.
If I were you I would be your whore
to cajole you and steal peseta notes
to dip in donkey piss…
Just think
with a little money, with five hundred
pesetas, we could bring out an issue
of the ANTI-ARTISTIC magazine
and shit on everyone and everything
from the Orfeo Catalan to Juan Ramon.
(From Salvador Dali’s letter to Federico Garcia Lorca, December 1927)
