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Tristan Tzara
“Proclamation without Pretension"
8 April 1919
Art is going to sleep for a new world to be born
“ART”—parrot word—replaced by DADA
PLESIOSAURUS, or handkerchief
The talent THAT CAN BE LEARNED makes the
poet a druggist TODAY the criticism
of balances no longer challenges with resemblances
Hypertrophic painters hyperaestheticized and hypnotized by the hyacinths of the hypocritical-looking muezzins
CONSOLIDATE THE HARVEST OF EXACT CALCULATIONS
Hypodrome of immortal guarantees:there is no such thing as importance there is no transparence or appearance…
MUSICIANS SMASH YOUR INSTRUMENTS
BLIND MEN take the stage
THE SYRINGE is only for my understanding. I write because it is natural exactly the way I piss the way I’m sick
ART NEEDS AN OPERATION
Art is a PRETENSION warmed by the TIMIDITY of the urinary basin, the hysteria born in THE STUDIO
We are in search of
the force that is direct pure sober
UNIQUE we are in search of NOTHING
we affirm the VITALITY of every INSTANT
The anti-philosophy of spontaneous acrobatics
At this moment I hate the man who whispers
before the intermission—eau de cologne—sour theater. THE JOYOUS WIND.
If each man says the opposite it because he is right
Get ready for the action of the geyser of our blood—submarine formation of transchromatic aeroplanes, cellular metals numbered in the flight of images
above the rules of the
and its control
BEAUTIFUL
It is now for the sawed-off imps
who still worship their navel