Fist Number 7: 4th Surrealist Manifesto

About the Book

Surrealism has been covered over by the sanitised hand-towel of bourgeois decorum and then relegated to the art gallery as yet another happy-clappy social distraction. Subsequently a journey into revolutionising minds has been reduced to gazing and consuming objects; fit for advertising dross. What has occurred is consumption without reflection. Only by returning back to Breton, Vaches and the original surrealistic impulse can the wider culture be reaffirmed; this philosophy of art calls for an alchemisation of the self: to think higher and thereby emit elevated social values. Eventually this will shift individual as well as collective minds into the Stratos. Thinking higher - means moving firstly entering into nihilism and destroying all current values, before rediscovering the Albedo life stream to then move into the masculine realm of Citrinitas: before dissolving within the Rubedo flow of pure collective consciousness. The book plots a journey within a stream of thinking to dissolve from engaging in robotic herd-speak; to finally entering an elite ambit of reflective consciousness.

About the Author

Dean Whittington, raconteur, provocateur (but forever debonair) - fuses the psychotherapeutic insights of Adler to Alchemy and Anarchy; to revitalise the Surrealist Project in the seventh edition of FIST. Through shifting through the debris of effluence that fills the worlds of the banal; the 4th Surrealist Manifesto offers a clarion call for cultural revitalization; drawing on Breton’s three attempts. In the early editions of FIST: the interviews with COIL, Suicide, Lydia Lunch, Test Dept, Cindytalk, Wire, Pere Ubu, Diamanda Galas, Death in June – set new standards for an exploration of challenging ideas. The current trawl drawing from Psychopathologies of Power onwards is a further delve into the hidden netherworlds; places where the surrealist and industrial pioneers previously entered but subsequently these domains have remained firmly closed: as the oi polloi constantly consumes the surface appearance and fails to immerse themselves within a trawl to the shimmering depth.