Surrealist Manifesto/ Poetry

I wish I understood the Manifesto. At times I could understand, like when he discussed the injustice, in his mind, of the waking reality being considered by most to be of greater importance than the sleeping reality. And when he talked about the importance of dreams. But the rest of the time, I must admit, I had difficulties following his train of thought. The Surrealist poetry, however, I found much more enjoyable. Probably the one that made the most sense to me was 'The Manless Society' by Pierre Unik. I especially liked his comparison of the closely arranged houses to pores on the skin. How, even though that world is filled with man-made objects and machinery, there's no natural or human aspects to it. The rest of the poems, although I didn't always understand what they were trying to tell me, I liked as well. Even though I have no idea what they're getting at, at least I can enjoy the series of interesting images they present me; especially Breton's 'Postman Cheval', when it says, "It is made of the backs of swans with a spreading wing for banisters/It turns inside out as though it were going to bite itself/But no, it is content at the sound of our feet to open all its steps like drawers/Drawers of bread drawers of wine drawers of soap drawers of ice drawers of stairs," it reminds me of a dream I had once in which I was descending a staircase and the stairs opened into more stairs which opened into more stairs so that there were an infinite number of directions in which to climb.