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MAX ERNST -- ILLUSTRATED SCREENPLAY & SCREENCAP GALLERY |
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Whenever he wanted anything from me, he would always hop onto my shoulder and nibble at my ear, telling me quite clearly what it was he wanted. One morning, I found this parrot dead in his cage. That very moment, my father came in and told me I had a new little sister just born. Well, back then, my brain was still so muddled, that I quite naturally associated these two things. And the impression this experience left on me has really never entirely disappeared. Naturally, I knew quite well that my sister was not to blame for the death of my parrot, but it brought something to the surface of my mind that perhaps never would have come to the surface in any other way.
Namely, a certain confusion of things and creatures in nature which actually have very little in common, but which, thanks to certain poetic associations, returned again and again.
At any rate, in my little brain. In my bird brain.
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