"May the devil preserve the surrealist idea as every other idea tending towards concretion of form, towards the completest possible subordination to the order of fact, as love tends to the creation of a being, the idea of a revolution to the advent of a day of revolt, for otherwise their existence would have no reason whatsoever. Let the reader remember that the surrealist preoccupation is running no serious risk of extinction so long as man shall continue capable of distinguishing an animal from an up-rising flame or stone." Andre Breton

In the midst of my actions, re-launching the official surrealist publication Minotaure to herald the continuation of surrealism as the most vital function of the human spirit to the sleepy world, I feel utmost determined to bar the inevitable reactions of cynics, occupants of intellectual trends, urban youth – what I call as vermin – and the artisans of irrelevance: artists – scum of the world.


Admittedly, I feel sensational as I am about to frontier the fresh, contemporary revolt of the mind back on itself. Today, we are in the shoes of the heroes of surrealism who lived their lives to the extent of the marvelous shock. Their emotions speak through us. The absolute transcendence of their message has come this far to influence contemporary people. Since then surrealists have always thrived, especially, those who doesn’t recognise themselves as one, each and every one of them… Why? Because, surrealism is the only fucking means to liberate one from the restraint of a system. In the pure mathematics of logic, the language, upon which doctrines and observations of smart men is built. There is only one point at which everything loses meaning, value, assurance on the crux of the matter.


By completely rejecting what surrealism means to most, let me announce, we are neither interested in undertaking the burden of surrealism in historical context, nor keen on justifying the deeds and lives of the surrealists up until now. I am fully aware of the ramifications of my conceit.


Surrealism is alive and more relevant than ever to the primary matters of our existential agenda. We live through the tunnels of time and metamorphosis… the only thing which won’t change, as a matter of fact, is the human form and to do with it, is our psyche. Considering that a human being is the epitomy of the integration of matter and idea at once, surrealism is his conscience to locate himself in the map of the universe.


Hello Public. I am informing you that myself and the band of new surrealist, whose names are disclosed in the first edition of Minotaure are fully equipped with the balls and intelligence to set awe upon your miserable occupations which have grown tiresome in the pathetic creations that you have misplaced in this rotten culture. I myself, am about to take on the full expansion of media as Kino. Anyone who wants to contribute is welcome, anyone who knows the resonance of true emotion!


Finally, we are back again in the veins of the electric world. Minotaure will be distributed in following cities: London, Bristol, New York, San Francisco, Seattle, Marseille, Paris, Lyon, Berlin, Copenhagen, Moscow, Istanbul, Ankara, Buenos Aires, Mexico City, Montreal, Barcelona, Madrid, Tokyo, Nagasaki, Rome, Valencia, Oslo, Peking, Hong Kong, Cairo and Baghdad. Be ready and gain ambition because we are commencing.

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