Chaos Comments

This is a poem of the surrealist imagination, for which I have the profoundest regard. What makes it work as a surrealist text? First, it's the poet's voice conveys complete confidence in the vision she is presenting, there's not a false note which suggests, Oh, just kidding! Second, these are the most concrete of images, there's nothing fuzzy or abstract about them, they exist in their own integrity, and not in some symbolic realm. I have no idea what the cube stands for, or the ladder, but I know they are there in front of me and cannot be denied. Third, it's the presence of things, simple, ordinary things, that suddenly we can barely recognize despite their familiarity that makes them disturbing. And all of this happens without any cheap special effect on your part. You create an atmosphere of portent.