I still seek the origin of the phrase in the title of this post; I keep thinking it came from a Surrealist like Breton or Magritte, but have had no luck so far finding the originator. All I know is that I’m convinced that I did not invent it.
Nor did I invent this:
I can’t believe I have recourse to this same obscure saying so soon after my first mention, but there I stood at the intersection of Vallejo and Columbus in San Francisco’s legendary North Beach neighborhood looking at the surreal which lay at my feet. What can I say? I still don’t understand reality. Some more picture from this exhibition:
San Francisco – It’s Never Boring.
I probably need to copyright that.
Vonn Scott Bair