Now, Dada, Now

Vast and free and open markets
Don’t believe it, don’t believe it
Forget the markets, head on home
Head on home and kiss your wife

The markets have all closed today.
Monetary volatility at play
What did your dada teach you to say
When the things you own…blow away?

Now your home has dusty, empty pantries
Can’t believe it, can’t believe it
No TV dinners, no TV, maybe a bucket
Half-filled with crumbled chicken bits

The markets cost too much today
Wheat corn oil futures at play
What did your dada teach you to say
When the life you’re living…fades away?

Under all this, buried deep
Do you see it? Can you see it?

You melt to nothing when the trading’s done
You melt to nothing in the midday sun
What did your dada teach you to say
In the flowered fields of joy that day?

Now, Dada, Now

Picabia, Cannibalized

Arise, yes stand up!
You are all accused!

And it’s serious, serious, serious
Until you die
And can breathe again.
Dead air to breathe again.

Yes, you are all accused
Of equating money with honor
And forgetting money is a vampire
Requiring fresh blood to stay alive;
A steady succulent supply to live.

But when your money
becomes your hopes
Nothing!
When your money
becomes your heaven
Nothing!
When your money
becomes your idol
Nothing!
When your money
becomes your law
Nothing!
When your money
becomes your faith
Nothing!
When your money
becomes your art
Nothing!
Nothing!
Nothing!

Nothing
Stands apart
From
Your money.
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http://www.dadart.com/dadaism/dada/011-dada-francis-picabia.html

Picabia, Cannibalized

Manifesto 1918/2008 (Lowermodern)

Poisonous sadness
Mark of abstraction
Elementary

Destroy the drawers of the brain
and social organisation
Sow demoralisation everywhere

The universe is a fertile wheel and you are

                                                                      its fantasy

Ideals and knowledge and boom-boom-boom-boomboom

Relativize your rationality

Thought is a fine thing for philosophy
Psychoanalysis a dangerous disease
Dialectic systemizing the bourgeoise

Against all systems and slimy objectivity
Everything isn’t in order

There is nothing ultimate
No thing ultimate
This is it this is it this is it
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Manifesto 1918/2008 (Lowermodern)

Manifesto 1918/2008 (Gunshot End)

Every object, all objects, feelings and obscurities.
Every apparition and the precise shock of parallel lines are means for the battle.

Respect all individualities in their folly of the moment,
whether serious, fearful, timid, ardent, vigorous,
decided or enthusiastic.

Any offensive or loving thought

It’s all precisely the same thing

Precisely the same thing

Free, free, free: liberty
Contradictions resolved: life

Free to live
You are free to live

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Manifesto 1918/2008 (Gunshot End)

Manifesto 1918/2008 (Rebirth of Tzara)

The love of novelty is a pleasant sort of cross;
A passive, positive sign
Now I write this manifesto to show you can perform
Contrary actions at the same time

Neither for nor neither against
I will not explain myself because I hate common sense

A sensitivity can’t be built on the basis of a word
Art shouldn’t be beauty, per se
“Know thyself” is utopian but maliciously acceptable
“Love thy neighbor” pure hypocrisy.

I always speak about myself ’cause I don’t wanna convince
I will not explain myself because I hate common sense

Theories, academies, laboratories
We stopped accepting long, long ago
This work neither specifies nor does it define
Instead it zeroes out the ego

I can’t moralize this categorical dance
I will not explain myself because I hate common sense.

Every piece should explode with profound gravity, vortex,
Vertigo, staggering absurdity

& Staggering Absurdity
& Staggering Absurdity

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Tristan Tzara: http://www.arthistoryarchive.com/arthistory/dada/Tristan-Tzara.html

Manifesto 1918/2008 (Rebirth of Tzara)