Let's Talk Dada
 

I impulsively picked this book up when I was bored in a strange town a couple of years ago. My love of Merzbow had given me a slight insight into Dada, and I thought, wtf?

Kaboing! Je me suive! I adore this Art. I love these crazy people. How dare they react this way? Who the fuck do they think they are? Hahahahaha....

And really, my present tense is not accidental. Dada lives. It's not just a 1917 thing. Goddammit I adore this book, and the whole new world that it opened up to me.

Let's talk Dada. What does it mean to you?

When I was 18 I saw a really cool art exhibit at the University of Washington gallery about Dada and it had lots of old and contemporary stuff mixed. There were videos of Einsturzende Neubauten playing the Autobahn next to sculptures and paintings from the original days. It was massively influential on me aesthetically.

Dada is hard to talk or write about because the very nature of what it represents makes it hard to characterize. If you define it, then you create rules and by it's very definition those rules must then be broken, smashed, and recontextualized. Which is something to love all the way in my book.

We shall
just make
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*Fails miserably.

When I was around 18, I went through a pretty big dada phase, myself. Kind of embarrassing when I look back on it but I don't regret it. I have a few funny stories from those days.

And getting

• creative with

• the posting

for-Mat


is just good ol' fun.

wHY eMBARRASSING? sING!

saw some stuff in berlin a few years back but it didnt make a huge impression on me, however the wife is quite into this and keeps reading about it so i should be brainwashed by her soon enough.

Ask people less amused by dada and they'll tell you it's pretentious silliness. I'm not saying that I totally agree with them but it's a very popular opinion. Fortunately, I should say, college gave me the chance to refine my intellectual curiosity from such raw modernist libertinism but I wouldn't say I've sold out on the sentiment. In fact, after my Heideggerian spell, I've been seduced once again by the Kierkegaard/Camusian absurdism (though that is very much different from the Theatre of the Absurd and dada).

cunedge seaphed
aphids pon wellows
welcomes leaf memembraids
brainiaids
barmaids brainariads
lip obovote-cunear
wand eyes June in trumpette
taperingring gradually
to the stipule swan strippers oV pool furniture
irun rubbits
wild wand of magpie
an apple pie, please
sand a dozen leaf
rolls, poppy seed.

( poem By Michael Basinski )

mine drinks alot.

Haha

Note: I haven't really be on here since, June, I think? and it says I have to spread rep before giving it to floatsy again. This place has a better memory than Blockbuster did about the copy of Casino Royale I never returned.

It's pretentious silliness.

I love the Dada. they had the raw shit. before the surrelaists ruined it with fucking "poetry"