The monkey grammarian plagued by conjunctions and disjunctions.

The Cuban writer who was the toast of 1960s-70s Paris.

A poetess with a talent for assured incongruity.

His wit, his sculpture, and his being have proven influential.

He was dis­illusioned by the materialism of modern Japan.

The painter’s substantial literary achievement is less well-known.

Everything was a reagent for her compositions.

His poetry still seems experimental and forward-thinking today.

A lethally and incessantly clever futurist.

Fashion plate, poet, proto-punk and feminist performance artist.

“Surrealism is the order of the day, and Desnos is its prophet”

She wielded mad intellectual superpowers.

He made paradoxic human music of despair.

She strolled in the no man’s land between seeing too much and innocence.

Spare, coiled works of un­settling philosoph­ical rigor

There is a kind of artist whose career makes no sense.

His ennui and spleen were visceral reactions to emergent neoliberalism.

“Poetry should be made by all. Not by one.”

He wrote about fear, boredom, insecurity, sadness, and confusion.

In his poetry, Nature is eerily alive, a conspiracy of omens.

She starred in four films that made her a noir icon.

“I’d only written these things for the sake of the sounds.”

Jules Verne on laudanum, and four other writers rolled into one.

He wrote poems with punch.