They hatched from their cocoons in accordance with the turn of the cards

Potato bridge

A molten eye of sand
slides into the water
Behind cataracts of geese
The green canal wrapped
in a wire crown

Le Maître d'Effroi, Senate House

Even a man who is pure of heart

The Final Collapse

An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all

- Poe

Pulling down a black sheet of feathers

A wall of oiled tarpaulin like intercostal skin and scales

Battens between the mausoleums tremble

A diagonal fracture from wall to water

Crumbling powder from the roof beams

Where the purple birds hide

Dark beneath the floors

Above medallion stains in the ancestral mouldings

The separating pipes and tubes fill with footsteps

And falling forms of flooded flowers

Breathing hard like nails against the rippled metal

A glittering nightwinged beetle suddenly appears

Clattering, creeping and dying at my feet

There are no more muscle boundaries

My heart oesophagus lungs spleen kidneys liver brain stomach pancreas appendix gallbladder colon bladder glands and glands

Blur, fall together

Merge softly with the painful shudder of bones

The crepitus of masonry, the grate of flashing and metalwork

The rending of timber

and the howling of the displaced night fauna that were hiding all the time

And looking back into the marshy twilight

There is only now the glossy formless

Thing that remains

The ticking dials of the million faces now one

The shimmering shadow that rolls out

In every direction like a spilled cloud

Swamplight burning unseen beneath its impenetrable surfaces

The New Atlantis

Ourobouros (E7)

Exoskeletal reconstruction

(found image)

Mysteries of the Red Planet

MYSTERIES OF THE RED PLANET will bring together some of the results of SLAG's recent individual and collective experiments in automatism, trance work and mediumistic communication.

The exhibition will include a private view (with poetry reading) on Saturday 13 July, and an evening of Surrealist games on Tuesday 16 July. Entry is free.

Gallery Hours:
Saturday 13 July, 2-8pm
PRIVATE VIEW WITH POETRY READING

Sunday 14  July, 2-6pm

Tuesday 16  July, 4-10pm
SURREALIST GAMES start at 7.30pm

Wednesday 17 July, 4-8pm

Thursday 18 July, 2-6pm

Friday 19 July, 2-6pm

RED DOOR STUDIOS
Masterman Road
Rear of 120 High Street South
East Ham
London E6 3RW

HOW TO GET THERE:
Tube - East Ham (District line) Beckton (DLR)
Bus - 115, 101, 104, 474, 58
Driving - A13 to A117
Cycling – Jubilee Greenway to Capital Ring (Red Door Studios is at the end of the Greenway) 

Map, directions, event updates and optional RSVP available on the Facebook event page.

The most likely causes of attack are surprise and curiosity

A pheasant beneath keys

A Bloomsbury Fetish

The Psychometrist

A benign howl from a tentacular arm in my dream

A dream of regression

Everything must go, and then we'll see where we are

Into the depths

The Fall of the Ancien Régime

Tightrope of our Hope

for Angye Gaona

Justice eats her own hands
and puts out her eyes

Doors and windows rust shut
as their white paint flakes off like bloodstains

Taste the copper snake-water
As it runs down the glass
and see the red-feathered daytime bats
As they circle the sealed room

We hold our breaths
inside the caskets full of water,
and Justice chokes on her bitten-off tongue

Already a draught of air
spiked with lemon and iron and the rustle of birds
Creeps through the cracks. It swells beneath us
lifting us off the ground
lifting us up
lifting us out and away