Who is Andre Breton

André Robert Breton (French: [ɑ̃dʁe ʁɔbɛʁ bʁətɔ̃]; 19 February 1896 – 28 September 1966) was a French writer and poet. He is known best as the co-founder, leader, and principal theorist of surrealism. His writings include the first Surrealist Manifesto (Manifeste du surréalisme) of 1924, in which he defined surrealism as "pure psychic automatism".Along with his role as leader of the surrealist movement he is the author of celebrated books such as Nadja and L'Amour fou. Those activities, combined with his critical and theoretical work on writing and the plastic arts, made André Breton a major figure in twentieth-century French art and literature.

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André Breton was the only son born to a family of modest means in Tinchebray (Orne) in Normand...
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Nekomimiword: "love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself." — andre breton
Feztickle75: then you see a kitchen sponge on the shelf of an aisle you rarely traverse, and you’re all like, retracing your steps under the illusion that you are discovering, to paraphrase andre breton. same goes for the bottle brush. mandatory for modern life. don’t even pretend otherwise.
Trainingmindful: “love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.” ~ andre breton
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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
 by Andrew Lang

Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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