“Dada doubts everything. Dada is an armadillo. Everything is Dada, too. Beware of Dada. Anti-dadaism is a disease: selfkleptomania, man’s normal condition, is Dada. But the real dadas are against Dada.” – Tristan Tzara
The word ‘dada’ originates from the French word ‘dada’ which means ‘hobby horse’ which is a child’s nonsense word.
It was coined by Romanian poet Tristan Tzara in 1916 (the leader of the Dada movement) to describe their anti-art movement. He chose this word because of its resemblance to meaningless babble.
Freedom. DADA DADA DADA, the howl of clashing colours, the intertwining of all contradictions, grotesqueries, trivialities. LIFE.
The message they wanted to bring across is this:
Dada indicated that the European culture has lost all meaning. They wanted to make it clear to the public that all the established values, moral or aesthetic has been rendered (made) meaningless by the catastrophe of the great war.
Through their anti-art they mocked the culture.
Dada was born from what it hated.
Two interesting figures from the movement:
Marcel Duchamp was a French painter that originally painted according to the Cubism theme, but the mechanised mass killing of the First World War drove him to despair and his work became more and more dadaist. His best known work is a print of Mona Lisa upon which he drew a moustache. It wasn’t a personal attack on the painting of ‘Mona Lisa’ but a way to shock people and make them realize that the values and aesthetics behind the ‘Mona Lisa’ is nonsense.
Hans Arp created a new kind of collage tearing (instead of cutting) coloured pieces of paper and arranging it “according to the laws of chance”.
He disliked the word “abstraction” which implied discipline and conscious purpose.
Here is a fun way to finish this post:
Ever wonder why the short version of father is dada and not fafa?
The word ‘selfie’ has been coined by the Oxford dictionary as the word of the year 2013. Why I don’t know.
Apparently, a ‘selfie’ is a photo you take of yourself with a handheld camera or camera phone. The photo is taken at an angle.
What is even worst than people taking ‘selfies’ of themselves are when they post them on social networking websites. Nobody wants to see that!
The first time I heard the word ‘selfie’ I was both shocked and disgusted. The first thing that came to mind is that it sounds like ‘self service’ – servicing yourself – and we all know what that really means!
There are only three reasons I could come up with as to why people want to take ‘selfies’ of themselves: Either there…
- Totally obsessed with themselves or
- Very lonesome – if you can’t even get someone else to take a decent photo of you there must be something wrong!
I’m disgusted with society. Why would you set yourself open for ridicule like that? Why would you want to do that to yourself?
I see ‘White Noise’
It’s confession time again. I never really wanted to tell anybody this, but I decided the hell with it. If people want to judge me on this, they can go you-know-where.
I don’t know why it took me so long to look into this. Maybe because I believed that I was the only one cursed with this sight.
I see little dots or flickers during the day and in the night that can only be described as ‘white noise’. It gets worse at night time.
What is ‘White Noise’?
When considering visual white noise, it is often referred to as ‘snow’, such as one might see on a television station that isn’t playing any current programming.
The ‘white noise’ angered my fear for the dark. I have learned from a very early age that light is my friend. Light takes my mind off of the ‘white noise’.
I had a hard time growing up. I couldn’t explain it to my family, because they simply could not understand what I was talking about. I felt isolated and ashamed, because I slept with the light on (I still do).
Some of my cousins teased me because of it and that made me ending up resenting them.
I couldn’t enjoy things other normal kids took for granted:
- Vacations away from home
I can’t remember the exact moment I’ve realised seeing them, but I do remember a distinctive moment in my childhood when I couldn’t go to sleep, because it was dark and all I could see was the dots (especially closing my eyes) and it wouldn’t go away.
I fled to my parents’ room where my mom tried to console me and told me just to ignore it and think happy thoughts, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
When I explained to her years later growing up it’s similar to white noise she said that she see it too and it doesn’t bother her, but I never believed her.
I didn’t want to believe anyone else if they said they saw it too, because if it were true then why are they okay with it and I’m not?
I grew up with the lies that visual snow is caused by watching too much television or sitting in front of the computer all day. Even though, these two things can make your vision a little worse that’s not all of it.
What I found out:
It’s a rare medical condition caused by unknown neurological effects. Visual snow or visual white noise occurs when pulse signals sent by your eyes are misread by the brain.
This condition is also known as “visual snow”, “visual stress”, “visual white noise” and/or Scotopic Sensitivity Syndrome.
The ‘noise’ usually refers to the the wide scope of dots you see in your field of view. But there have been cases where Scotopic Sensitivity Syndrome sufferers also hear a high pitched sound.
It gets very technical, so I will be quoting from a study done by James T. Furton Visual Snow: Its Perception and its cause.
Furton identifies two types of visual snow:
1. Pulse type visual snow:
“extraneous dots appear scattered about the visual field suggestive of rain drops on a windshield of a car during very light rain. The dots may be darker or lighter than the average content of the scene. They may also tend to flicker individually, or to appear to swirl around in the visual field (like lines of ants).”
2. Broadband visual snow:
“the noise appears as a coarse texture (similar to that seen on a TV turned to a blank channel) of low amplitude obscuring the scene in object space. The noise may appear both lighter and darker than the background.”
I’m not sure which one I am. I think I’m a little bit of both.
How ‘visual snow’ occurs according to Furton:
“While little known to the lay public and much of academia, the human visual system operates as a change detector and relies upon the fine motion of the eyes, known as tremor, to generate the signals used in vision. As a result of tremor, all of the pulse signals, known as action potentials, traveling over the optic nerve between the eyes and the brain are normally synchronous with the motion of the eyes. Visual snow is caused by the introduction of non-synchronous action potentials into the signals carried by the individual neurons of the optic nerve. The non-synchronous nature of these action potentials makes them appear at random locations within the field of view.”
“Visual snow is typically reported to be present continuously, even with both eyes closed (and even while dreaming according to some reports). The perception of visual snow is sometimes reduced depending on the level of attention of the individual to specific tasks.”
When I look at trees I can’t see it as much.
“The appearance of visual snow in color, particularly like confetti in the case of broadband visual snow is unusual. Because of the small size of the dots in impulse type visual snow, colored snow of this type is seldom reported and probably anecdotal.”
When I close my eyes or try to see in the dark I see ‘pink noise’ in between the ‘white noise’.
Every indication suggests Visual Snow arises in the higher level areas of the central nervous system (the brain) and not in the eyes or the lower levels of information extraction, such as the occipital lobe of the CNS (also known as the primary visual cortex).
The major cause of Visual Snow appears to be an abnormal flow of chemical nutrients, particularly glutamic acid to and gamma amino butyric acid (GABA) away from, a very small group of neurons (probably less than 100 in each case) within the central nervous system (CNS). These chemicals are instrumental in providing the electrical biasing of the electrolytic neurons. The result is abnormal operation of these neurons.
The perception of visual snow does not appear to worsen significantly following its initial appearance. It is generally not progressive. On the other hand, visual snow rarely disappears once it appears.
Scotopic Sensitivity Syndrome:
If you want to see what it is like for someone suffering from Scotopic Sensitivity Syndrome, you can check out Alison Hale’s website: www.hale.ndo.co.uk. Alison Hale has this to say about SSS:
“It is believed that this condition affects, to varying degrees, approximately 12% of the population and that the condition is somehow caused by the brain and/or eye incorrectly processing/interpreting what the eye is seeing. “
This condition makes it harder for people with SSS to read, because it’s as if the words or letters jump around on the page.
(I have no trouble reading, but I do see the visual snow while I’m reading. I just choose not to focus on it – I rather focus on the words).
Their vision aren’t just compromised by reading things from a white background. They also suffer from these symptoms:
stripy patterns and bold patterns such as those on some clothes, carpets, wallpaper, posters etc. can appear to move/vibrate and some patterns may appear to be three dimensional instead of flat.
Sufferers of this rare disease are also prone to migraines, because of the visual distortions they are experiencing.
The only thing I fear more than the ‘white noise’ is the migraine stars/blurring. With the ‘white noise’ I can still make out things. With a migraine I cannot make out anything.
I remember in my Matric year I got a migraine so bad during one of my Math papers my line of vision was so distorted and blurry I couldn’t make out anything.
I didn’t say anything to the teachers because by that time the Head of our Grade teacher didn’t believe me any more and thought I was making things up.
I flunked that exam getting only 39% for Maths.
The really ironic thing is that that teacher once confided in the class that she is Dyslexic and she was teaching Accounting!
How come then only dyslexia is accepted and not Visual snow or migraines?
Who knows what the future may bring?
Unfortunately, because of the lack of scientific research and studies done there are no proven cure for this disease.
The only recent scientific understanding of Visual snow I could find, was in Mr Furton’s study.
“At this time, the most likely cause of the disease known as visual snow is a chemical or hydraulic imbalance associated with the higher visual centers of the thalamus (upper brainstem), parietal lobe of the brain or the prefrontal lobe of the brain. The specific nature of this imbalance is yet to be determined. Until then, no treatment or cure for the disease can be offered. The problem is probably centered on less than 100 neurons, which is far below the resolution of current imaging techniques such as magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) or computer aided tomography (CAT).”
Until a very highly targeted medical treatment for the condition is developed, it is not likely to be curable. The reason is that most treatments to correct the abnormal local chemical flow within the CNS are likely to cause abnormal conditions (side effects) elsewhere within the CNS.
There are people who never had this problem, but by taking certain prescribed drugs or antidepressants, they have picked up this condition as a side effect.
For those who don’t really know me, I’m actually a really weird chick. Or quirky? Whatever, they’re both weird. Then again I wonder if any of my friends know this about me…
Anyway here’s some weird facts about me:
- I eat in patterns. I eat certain foods a certain way. It’s almost like playing with your food – but without anyone else knowing it…
- I count on my fingers. I form number patterns with my fingers and then count them forward to back. Why? I don’t know. Maybe it’s some sort of coping strategy or just my OCD
- I have a little container with some of my baby teeth stored away. I know that sounds so weird! I actually found some of them in my mom’s drawer when I was looking for something else.
Here’s what really happened:
In English you have the tooth fairy. In Afrikaans we have the Tandmuis. If I translate it it sounds a little stupid: the Tooth Mouse. Every time we as kids shed or cut our teeth (OMW! That sounds so awful. In Afrikaans we have a better word for that: “wissel”.) So if you pulled out a baby tooth you have to say a rhyme that very same night, put the tooth in a shoe and put it on the window ledge and go to sleep. The next morning when you look in the shoe the tooth is gone and there is money! (Only a R2 or R5 coin, but still).
Die tandmuis rympie:
Bring my ‘n beentand,
dan gee ek jou ‘n steentand.
I couldn’t find a picture of a tooth in a shoe.
It turns out my mom never threw my teeth away. Then I decided to take my teeth back and store it in a safe place where only I know where (although, I think I once shown it to one of my friends. Can’t remember what her reaction was).
I also have a tooth (roots and all) which the dentist once had to cut out (without any narcotics) because my filling fell out and there wasn’t much tooth left to put in another one. I also have two baby teeth with fillings in. Plus my wisdom teeth that really looks horrendous. I can’t believe they were actually in my mouth!
So there you have it. I’m a really weird chick because I have OCD and keep my old teeth.
I just want to let you know that I’m still here. I just have a lot of little projects going on right now and I can’t seem to finish any of them. Urggh…
One of my little projects is that I’ve decided to learn and study all the countries of the world plus their capitals. (Up until this point I’ve been living with my head in the sand – not ideal for an unemployed journalist). Plus it’ll be great if I actually know something the next time around at the pub quizzes I go to.
But then I thought why just stop there? Why not learn the flags, geography, languages, currencies, political status, dates they have been established etc. And that is why it’s taking me so long to finish. I have to check if everything is up to date, because the resources that I have is pretty outdated what with the euro currency and the Revolution in Tunisia, Libya, Egypt, Yemen and now Syria as well.
Plus with the African countries were previously colonies of mostly Britain, France and Portugal and had other names etc. And then yesterday I realised I can add another thing to the list: Head of State of every country in the world. And that is probably going to take me another month to finish.
And I really want to finish it. All my life I’ve started with projects but I never seem to finish them. Well I’ll be damned if this will be the case again…
Oh! And just so by the way… I have a job interview on Thursday afternoon. I’ve also been preparing myself with studying and practicing answering those damndest interview questions. No more blanks this time!
I couldn’t find out much about Ms Taylor except the following Biography excerpt from AustLit:
“Roslyn Taylor (nee Downes) has lived her life in New South Wales country towns, including Tamworth. She began writing after moving to Wagga Wagga in 1966. Her short stories, poems and articles have been published widely and her poetry was the subject of an ABC Radio National arts program. Taylor has conducted writing classes for various organisations and she has been awarded an honorary Bachelor of Arts degree by Charles Sturt University.”
Here follows some of her nonsense poems:
If you ask me (which of course you won’t) I would say
the two great boons that science has bestowed on
mankind’s female issue
Are her washing apparatus and the handy paper tissue.
I now qualify that statement
Without fear of a debatement
By adding you should keep the two quite separate
Disasters that follow their coming together being well
and truly known.
Picture our diligent housewife on Monday’s chilly morn
Ratting through the cupboards for the clothes that have
Giving pocket linings and knicker legs the works
And other hiding places where the fiendish tissue lurks.
Despite this careful scrutiny
There’s surely grounds for mutiny
When all the clothes get measled with a snow of
mangled paper -
How can she view this kindly, as a jolly little caper?
Having spent a day or more picking off the fragments
We really cannot blame her if she tears the clothes to ragments.
Is it any wonder, friends, her temper rages hot?
How many fuming mums out there would help her burn the lot?
– Roslyn Taylor
The gentleman who designed my previous kitchen
is unknown to me and nameless
Which does not mean that I hold him blameless,
For he decreed that there should be a gap just
one inch wide
Between the stove and the bench it stood beside.
The gruesome things that can drip, drop, dribble
and drain down such a region
Who knows what horrid creatures wallow
In this dank disgusting hollow?
If there is justice in the Afterlife
This guy has sure earned lots of strife
Such as row upon row of tiny abysses
Between the benches and cooking dishes
Which he’s forced to scrub with a tiny brush
While his probing fingers twist and crush
In ungetattable nooks and crannies
Around the greasy pots and pannies
In which the bacon fat can fall
And little beasties creep and crawl …
I am never benign
About kitchen design,
Tending to ask, before I have seen it,
‘Who’s going to clean it?’
Hie you to the market, Mother.
Buy some food that’s fit to eat.
All we have is eggs and butter,
Fruit and vegies, milk and meat.
What we need is you-beaut tucker:
Kentucky Fried and sausage rolls,
Chickenburgers, chips and chocolate,
Dim sims, doughnuts, icy poles …
Hie you to the market, Mother.
Buy the food that brings such joy
To the pit that has no bottom -
Your ever-starving teenage boy.
Despair to my mother was I in my youth,
For I was considered inept and uncouth;
Unkempt and unruly
Was infant Yours Truly.
Throughout tempestuous puberty
She battled my uncoutherty,
And with a stern unfoolishness
Coped with my unrulishness.
My mother (flushed with her success)
Then tackled my unkemptliness
And with relentless recitude
Conquered my ineptitude.
How well my mother schooled me,
How well my mother fooled me,
At last I’ve discovered the terrible truth -
It’s no fun being ept, kempt, ruly or couth.
My mom could familiarize herself with these poems.
Nations Of The World lyrics
United States, Canada,Mexico, Panama,
Haiti, Jamaica, Peru;
Republic Dominican,Cuba, Carribean,
Greenland, El Salvador too.
Puerto Rico, Columbia,Venezuela,
Honduras, Guyana, and still;
Guatemala, Bolivia,then Argentina,
and Ecuador, Chile, Brazil.
Costa Rica, Belize, Nicaragua, Bermuda,
Bahamas, Tobago, San Juan;
And French Guiana, Barbados, and Guam.
Norway, and Sweden, and Iceland, and Finland,
and Germany now one piece;
Switzerland, Austria, Czechoslovakia,
Italy, Turkey, and Greece.
Poland, Romania, Scotland, Albania,
Ireland, Russia, Oman;
Bulgaria, Saudi Arabia,Hungary,
Cyprus, Iraq, and Iran.
There’s Syria, Lebanon,Israel, Jordan,
both Yemens, Kuwait, and Bahrain,
the Netherlands, Luxembourg,Belgium, and Portugal,
France, England, Denmark, and Spain.
India, Pakistan,Burma, Afghanistan,
Thailand, Nepal, and Bhutan;
Kampuchea, Malaysia,then Bangladesh (Asia),
and China, Korea, Japan.
Mongolia, Laos, and Tibet, Indonesia,
the Philippine Islands, Taiwan;
Sri Lanka, New Guinea, Sumatra, New Zealand,
then Borneo, and Vietnam.
Tunisia, Morocco,Uganda, Angola,
Zimbabwe, Djibouti, Botswana;
Mozambique, Zambia, Swaziland, Gambia,”
Guinea, Algeria, Ghana.
Burundi, Lesotho,and Malawi, Togo,
The Spanish Sahara is gone;
Niger, Nigeria, Chad, and Liberia,
Egypt, Benin, and Gabon.
Tanzania, Somalia,Kenya, and Mali,
Sierra Leone, and Algiers;
Dahomey, Namibia, Senegal, Libya,
Cameroon, Congo, Zaire.
Ethiopia, Guinea-Bissau, Madagascar,
Rwanda, Mahyore and Cayman
Hong Kong, Abu Dhabi,Qatar, Yugoslavia,
Malta, and Palestine,
Fiji, Australia, Sudan!
This song would have been awesome if it had all the nations in the world and not so much errors:
- The following countries are omitted: Singapore, South Africa, Armenia, San Marino, Lithuania, Melanesia, Micronesia, Polynesia, Georgia and Wales. Apparently Burkina Faso is also not featured.
- San Juan is not really a nation but the capital of Puerto Rico which isn’t a nation either – it’s a US dependency
- Caribbean and Asia are not nations but the name of a sea and a continent
- Tibet is not a country but is considered part of China. Although… they really don’t want to be. Just ask the Dalai Lama. (I’ll let this error pass)
- Zaire is now the Democratic Republic of the Congo and Sudan is no longer united: it split into Sudan and South Sudan.
- Czechoslovakia is no longer an united country split into Czech Republic and Slovakia
- Korea is still devideded between North Korea (the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea – huh! What’s so democratic about them?) and South Korea (the Republic of Korea)
The Song featured in the second episode of Animaniacs. In the song, Yakko Warner name all the (as of 1992-1993) nations of the world to the tune of the “Mexican Hat Dance”. A clip of the sing-along version of this song has been viewed more than six millon times on Youtube. Rob Paulsen, the voice of Yakko.
The song was written by Randy Rogel a writer from Batman: The Animated Series, whose son was studying geography. When he saw that “United States, Canada, Mexico, Panama” all rhymed, he got to work on the lyrics and sent the song to Animaniacs.
Here’s another one from the Animaniacs-series:
Wakko’s America lyrics
WAKKO’S AMERICA (Episode 21)
Music traditional (Turkey in the Straw). Lyrics by Randy Rogel.
Baton Rouge, Louisiana; Indianapolis, Indiana
And Columbus is the capital of Ohio
There’s Montgomery, Alabama, south of Helena, Montana
Then there’s Denver, Colorado, under Boise, Idaho.
Texas has Austin, then we go north
To Massachusetts’ Boston, and Albany, New York
Tallahassee, Florida, and Washington, D.C.
Santa Fe, New Mexico, and Nashville, Tennessee.
Elvis used to hang out there a lot, ya know.
Trenton’s in New Jersey, north of Jefferson, Missouri
You’ve got Richmond in Virginia; South Dakota has Pierre
Harrisburg’s in Pennsylvania and Augusta’s up in Maine
And here is Providence, Rhode Island, next to Dover, Delaware.
Concord, New Hampshire, just a quick jaunt
To Montpelier, which is up in Vermont
Hartford’s in Connecticut, so pretty in the fall
And Kansas has Topeka; Minnesota has St Paul.
Juneau’s in Alaska and there’s Lincoln in Nebraska
And it’s Raleigh out in North Carolina and then
There’s Madison, Wisconsin, and Olympia in Washington
Phoenix, Arizona, and Lansing, Michigan.
Here’s Honolulu; Hawaii’s a joy
Jackson, Mississippi, and Springfield, Illinois
South Carolina with Columbia down the way
And Annapolis in Maryland on Chesapeake Bay.
They have wonderful clam chowder.
Cheyenne is in Wyomin’ and perhaps you make your home in
Salt Lake City out in Utah, where the Buffalo roam
Atlanta’s down in Georgia, and there’s Bismarck, North Dakota
And you can live in Frankfort in your old Kentucky home.
Salem in Oregon; from there we join
Little Rock in Arkansas; Iowa’s got Des Moines
Sacramento, California; Oklahoma and its city
Charleston, West Virginia, and Nevada, Carson City.
That’s all the capitals there are!
School would have been so much cooler if we were taught that. Alas no! But it does make for an awesome resource for pub quizzes!
NO!!!!!!!!!!! Life is so cruel! This is my last day as a 23 year old. But I don’t want to get older! I want to stay 23 forever!
Whoever decided to make us count our birthdays and grow older is so full of
Tristan Tzara, one of the true dadaists wrote a poem about how to “write” a Dada poem:
To Make A Dadaist Poem
Take a newspaper.
Take some scissors.
Choose from this paper an article the length you want to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Next carefully cut out each of the words that make up this article and put them all in a bag.
Next take out each cutting one after the other.
Copy conscientiously in the order in which they left the bag.
The poem will resemble you.
And there you are–an infinitely original author of charming sensibility, even though unappreciated by the vulgar herd.
This sounds very similar to cut out poetry. Maybe one day I’ll try it his way.