Chapter 19 conclusion

Today is July 30, 1941, the day I have promised to write the concluding remarks at the end of this manuscript for the English edition of my book.I was alone and naked in my room in Hamptons, Virginia.Standing in front of a big mirror, I can take a closer look at this Dali. For thirty-six years, I am the only person who understands his heart.My hair is always a beautiful black color with sparkles which I love so much.I don't even have a single corn on my foot.My arms, my thighs, my torso are still the same as they were in the glory days of my youth.My stomach just got a slight bulge, which didn't bother me at all.I didn't think about leaving for a trip to China anytime soon, and I didn't think about getting a divorce anytime soon.I no longer thought of suicide or of jumping into the abyss, hanging hopelessly on the soft, warm placenta of a silk parachute.I don't want to fight anyone.I can only think of two things: love my wife Gala it is an art so fine that many others cannot master it.

And you, my beloved Europe, I hope to see you again soon, a little older from all these sufferings.The kid I knew turned out to be strong and grew up in the shadow of evil.I still like to torture people.But for some time, I realized that I began to love my wife of seven years.I better start loving her in terms of Catholicism and the Roman Church, and I can say to myself like Unamuno who defined this love: "If your wife's left leg hurts, your left leg will hurt." feel this pain. I have just written this massive book on the mysteries of my life, which alone will give me the authority necessary to make myself known to others.I want the world to know me because, after all the adventures, all the exploration, all the drama, I am the most iconic embodiment of post-war Europe.As a free shooter of the surrealist revolution, I know day by day those pseudo-philosophical teachings and dialectical materialist evolutions, those tiniest intellectual echoes, founded in the name of National Socialism on blood and race .Theology has no secrets from me anymore.My mind is busy being the best of all minds, getting to know it before everyone else does, even though for its particular discoveries I have to pay the most sweat and the wildest passion.

If, with the madness of a Spaniard, I have participated in all speculative quests, even the most antagonistic ones, on the contrary, I have never in my life accepted belonging to a political party, no matter what ideology.Would I accept it today, at a time when politics is being swallowed by religion? Since 1929, I have been studying various developments and discoveries of science in the past one hundred years.If their increasingly highly specialized situation prevents me from penetrating humanly into all its mysteries, I can still instinctively understand their direction and ontological significance.In the midst of so much that remains mysterious and inexplicable to us, a single truth emerges with greater force and majesty than any philosophical, ethical, aesthetic, or biological discovery God cannot be denied.Even better, time (with which particular disciplines build their walls) still has only the divine heaven as its roof.

Heaven, this is what my soul, infatuated with the Absolute, has sought throughout my entire life, which may have seemed somewhat ashamed, in short, that it may have been stained with the taint of the devil.God!Those who do not understand this are unlucky.I have sought heaven when I have first ventured into a woman's shaved armpits; What is heaven?It is already a reality! Heaven is neither above nor below; it is neither on the right nor on the left; it is precisely in the chest of those who believe. salvador dali Hampton Manor at noon PS: When I had no faith, I was afraid of dying without seeing the heavens.

note Since 1929 I have been clearly aware of my genius, and I must admit that this awareness has taken deeper and deeper roots in my spirit, and I have never acquired those feelings which are called the sublime.I must admit, though, that the situation produced a rather lovely sense of firmness in me. Birds awaken cruel carnivores in man.In The Magic of Chiparan, Laporte teaches how to cook a turkey alive so that gourmets can appreciate it.I have always refused to eat a heap of shellless amorphous oyster meat in a big soup basin, although they may be the most delicious things in the world.It is at the very moment I am swearing to write this note that I am struck by the apparent relationship between Virgo and Libra in the rich chart of the zodiac.In addition, the painted Virgo constellation is balanced on a "celestial sphere".This foolishness was really only the first symptom of my philosophy of painting; the sudden manifestation of suggestive images.

M. Haakon Chevalier, who completed the first translation of this book into English, pointed out to me something I did not know. A friend of his, M. Vladimir Pozner, had been at A chapter on memories in utero was found in Casanova's Memoirs.Leonardo's anxieties are most instructive in this respect.Flying is the opposite of the phenomenon of gravity, which is a symbol of erection. The war of 1939 provided me with some startling examples.During the Paris alert period, I drew various "give-qu" embryonic poses that people took in shelters.At that time, the inner feeling of the womb that can provide a dark and damp cave puts an end to the external danger. The "panic man" often falls asleep with a happy smile that is almost intoxicated.A beautiful young mother has just whispered to me that her five-year-old daughter claims to recall being in heaven, which she describes as a dark, hot universe where she lives head-down.In Russia, at about the same time, on the "illuminated glade," another child, my wife Galuchongka, sat on another potato, another kind of dirt-covered, rough on the lap of the dreamy old man who was Count Leo Tolstoy himself.Then, in 1936, in a small shop on the rue de Seine, while looking through a large number of postcards, I found a postcard that exactly represented my visual scene: a lady with bare arms holding a cup to her mouth .This picture gave me an indescribable torment, it was so painful that I could not forget these two immobile figures for many years, and every time I thought of them, I had the same constant and vague feeling. disturbed.I will say that it was not until 1929 that the painting finally disappeared from my imagination.By this time, I found another copy of it, and I was seized by the same unease.This image became an inescapable obsession again, and I began to record various psychological phenomena that accompanied its apparition, and created some poems, some paintings, and some objects inspired by it, and then I finally finished A published paper: "The Tragic Myth of Mi Ye <Wan Tao>", I think this paper is one of the basic documents of Dali's philosophy.

In Catalan, the word has a deeply erotic connotation that cannot be translated.It is used to denote a part of a woman's sexual organs.Fishermen used the word to refer to someone who was particularly cunning and vicious.Later, I learned that while I was speaking, I sat with my feet bent in a particularly uncomfortable way, which caused me a sharp pain.The more uncomfortable I am, the more I feel like I'm eloquent.In my case, physical pain (like a toothache) amplifies and reinforces oratory pain. This family has played an important part in my life; my parents have been influenced by the personality of the Pechauts, all of whom are artists, of high talent and keenest taste.Ramon Pichot is a painter, Ricardo is a cellist, Louis is a violinist, the second daughter Marie is a bass opera singer, Pichot is probably the biggest artist in the family, but he does not devote himself exclusively to any an art.It was he who created the residence of Cadaques.Generally speaking.He has a unique perspective on gardens and life.Mercedes, who is also 100 percent Pichant, has a mystical, fanatical view of the home.She was married to the great Spanish poet Esjado Marquina, who brought the stateliness and grace of Castilian style to the picturesque realism of the Catalan family, although Pi Chao The civilized atmosphere of Tejia has reached a mature level, but this unique Castilian style is still necessary.

Most of my fantasies, especially erotic ones, unfolded at Tower Mill.One of the fantasies, about the heroines Gala and Durita, is documented in (Surrealism in the Service of the Revolution).However, the extremely special font of this article cannot be transplanted into the current work.This type of necklace was not a Dalí invention as it might appear.It was a very common game among farm children in the area where Tower Mill was located.I later learned that the diadem, far removed from the mortal character I had attributed to it, was merely a gift, presented by the Moscow Opera House to Maria Gayi in honor of her performances.A farmer who had witnessed these leaps into the air told Mr. Pichot what had happened.But no one believed him.Jumping from such a height, I should fall to my death.From this I became a person with a special skill in this sport.

At Qualas' school, I beat everyone in the high jump and the long jump.Today I am still an excellent high jump and long jump athlete.In my story, this diabolo just corresponds to the ewe sacrificed by Ezra.Quite frankly, it also symbolizes the death of Durita and Kara Hedwiva, and also presupposes the possibility of his resurrection.I have never read the book.But the portrait of the prince on the opposite side of the book, and the book's title, The Capture of the Bread, struck me as uncannily subversive, making me stand out in front of everyone I met on the street. Shoes have been a subject of concern to me throughout my life.In those explorations of surrealism and aesthetics, I even regarded it as an object of worship. In 1936, I finally put the shoes on my head.Elsa Schiaparieri made the hat and Lady Daisy Frost presented it for the first time in Venice.Shoes are the most realistically effective items, unlike musical instruments that I always draw them as broken or limp.One of my last paintings was a pair of shoes, which I depicted with the same love and objectivity that Raphael had when he painted the Madonna.As I said, Narciss Monzorio was the inventor of the first submerged submarine in Spain.Qualification Russ has his monument.I always feel very jealous that my ambition is to realize equally important inventions.

Later, observing the watercolors of Mariano Fortuny, the creator of "Spanish Colourism" and one of the world's most proficient painters, I realized that he used a similar rubbing technique in order to achieve his most dazzling Whites, like me, use their undulations and irregularities to catch the light in a special way and enhance the bright effect.In my biography, this document should belong to a later age from a chronological point of view.Then to remove the varnish, the whole situation was a tragedy.I must stick my head into a turpentine basin.Then I took a less dangerous approach and put egg yolks in my hair oil.

Nine years later, when I met one of these friends in Paris, who confessed to me that he had kept a small piece of this agreement, that he had cherished it with great care, I was again aroused by this often rampant human force. Childish shocked.Compared with all kinds of livestock, all kinds of plants, all kinds of buildings, and all kinds of hanging rocks, the most difficult thing to grow old is people.The space behind my head always causes such a painful feeling in my heart that it completely prevents me from doing anything.A screen is not enough for me, I need a real wall.If the wall is thick, I know that I have succeeded. Recently, when drafting the preface to the catalog of one of my exhibitions (I signed the pseudonym Jacinto Filippo), I was in the It suggested that people write a review of my paper with a title like Dali the Anti-Surrealist.I need such a "passport" for a different reason, since I'm too tactful myself to say the words in the first place.The essay (with a title somewhat close to the one I had chosen) soon appeared in a staid and agreeable journal edited by the young poet Charles Henry Ford. Miro told me a story about the Masai.A traveler promised his friend a parrot.On the way back he realized he had forgotten about it, so he bought an owl and painted it green.Not long after he gave this gift, the two friends met again, and the one asked the other cunningly, "How is the parrot I gave you? Has it spoken yet?" His friend replied, "No, It doesn't talk anymore, but it thinks a lot." Eugenio Montes, poet and philosopher, belonged more or less to our community in Madrid.He is currently an academician of the Spanish Royal Academy, a government advisor, and one of the founders of the Changge Party.The folk songs of the ancient Kingdom of Aragon, examples of racial atrocities.I haven't been able to do this successfully.Political prejudices of all kinds killed Surrealism like a cancer.My slogans, the only visionary ones, were accepted, but they were no longer content to revive the movement.I understand that I will either paint or die without help from now on.It was Paul Éluard who thought of giving this title to my painting under the same circumstances as mine. Gradiva is a novel by Denmori interpreted by Sigmund Freud.Gradiva (that is, delirium and dream) is the heroine of the novel, and she successfully corrects the psychological barrier of the hero.When I first read the novel, just before Freud's interpretation, I said: "My wife, Gala, is in fact a Gradiva." The need for heights and vertigo, this is A desire to throw someone (and possibly yourself) into a void."Pale as wax, pale as wax," people say. In fact, the heroine who invented the sugar-nosed wax figurine accomplished an astonishing "surrealist object with a symbolic function" (1930, which I will see in Paris himself recreates objects of this type).The item is destined to be "activated" with a flick of the sword, and destined to pop through the mouth of the necrophile who will utilize it, thereby activating all kinds of nostalgia in the unconscious dung-eating necrophilia. Interrupted manifestations and hallucinations of life.Zoe Bertrand is a real heroine in Densen's novel, she is the other side of the mythical image of Gradiva.I have already mentioned this novel before. In bullfighting, "capia" refers to the action of dodging and teasing the bull with the matador dodging the animal by the wind at the beginning of the bullfight.The smell of red sea urchins in the reef, filled with Mediterranean May moonlight, is my favorite smell in the world.My dad liked it too, and in a way more over the top than I did.Dangtos is a very delicious fish, so fishermen regard it as pork in the sea. Lords are small birds and rovellons Allanna are mushrooms grilled on a tin plate.These are two Catalan dishes that Salvador Dali was particularly fond of.An at least symbolic correspondence has been established between teeth and sex, and in dreams the loss of teeth, generally interpreted by the public as a sign of death, would be a very definite allusion to masturbation.Likewise, in some African tribes the ceremony of pulling out a tooth is substituted for the ceremony of circumcision.In Malaga, Picasso's hometown, guys in his form are common here, all with the dynamic, quick-witted look of a bull.Later, when Bunuel became a communist, he cut out the craziest passages from The Master of the Golden Years, adapting it to Marxist ideology.He changed the title to one he borrowed from Marx without even asking for my opinion.If the film has any value, it is the value of anarchism.I never watch this second version.This is a name borrowed from an idea of ​​Rene Magritte.One of the most quintessential Surrealist objects is the Coat Hat, Clapper and Spoon), which was imagined by Merritt Oppenheim in 1936 and acquired by the Museum of Modern Art in New York.Angel Guimera was the founder of the association in which I was speaking, and I learned about it later.It intensified the anger of the audience so much that the association's president was forced to submit his resignation the next day.I heard a Catalan painter say of someone who was very dirty: "Just imagine how dirty he is! All the black stuff between his toes, there are squares between his fingers." Fernandale is the most realistic and the best comedian. If the war had not interfered, I would have portrayed him as Velatuquez's Spanish Confucianism. Mr. MacDonald A Cézanne, Corot, Dali exhibition was previewed in his gallery. Gala Gradiva cured me of madness once and for all with her love. Back to reality, I just got My surreal "glory". But a relapse threatens this success because I cling to my realized image. This chrysalis must be broken. I should really believe in my work. She taught me to move forward; it's my turn Now, I shall go on like a Gradiva. I shall pierce the bourgeois cocoon of my anguish. Either go mad, or live alive! I always repeat: live, grow old, until death; the only difference between me and a lunatic is that I am not a lunatic! The whole postwar period is characterized by the germination of various doctrines: among them Cubism, Dadaism, Simultaneism, Purism, Vibrationism, Orphism Futurism, Surrealism, Communism, National Socialism, etc. Each of these has leaders, supporters, protagonists. Each of them claims to have the truth, but the only proven "truth" is Once these doctrines are quickly forgotten, only certain authentic individuals remain among their obsolete ruins. Marxism was as responsible to Russian Bolshevism as it was to German National Socialism, which, though a lyrical and sentimental opposition to Communism, was tinged with the same innate, collective ismist, mechanistic, and anti-Catholic.A popular term in Catalonia denoting general chaos and revolution.It is a huge, richly decorated canopy used to host dances at country festivals.A euphemism for "I'm going to pee".It means "faith".Only career politicians are worthless.By their own self-disclosure, they also betrayed the democratic cause.From the very beginning, they have been slaves of the revolution, and their baseness and weakness only serve to give crimes a false appearance of legitimacy in the often naive eyes of the adherents of international law.Circle I bought a very nice set of pictures in Taormina and I pinned them to the walls of my studio. In New York in 1939.Lydiana's involuntary wordplay and neo-logicism, she combines hatred and Odyssey.Tessio is a Francoist unit.