The Real Surrealism
Luis Bun, I said, you’re not well, but I liked one of your movies,
“That obscure object of desire” as I can still visualize a couple
of scenes from it now some forty years later, but then I lose track
of time and things that happened fifteen minutes ago could have
occurred forty years ago and things that happened forty years ago
could have happened this morning, and I guess this is the real
surrealism of life, or maybe just my life, which in many respects
seems to have lost its luster as it’s hard enough for me to get
out of bed after my wife has been gone for a couple of hours,
wash my face, eat the same old cereal, and then turn on the news
which never makes much difference to me anyway unless it’s
presented by that blonde who parts her hair on the opposite side
and has the most kissable lips one could ask for, but I’m not asking
‘cause I’m a happily married man, at least most of the time. . .