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Baby, breathe behind
broken butterflies.
Come dance
Four get goodbye!
Get Heaven
I would
I will keep kissing
lazy money
nobody’s music.
Come on over.
It’s real,
It’s right.
See sexy.
Sing slow.
Think about Someone Sweet
Up the
white wild waters.

Alphabet Dada poem

All Angels* are
sins Dirty Easy
we Cry. we Die.
I Heart
Let Life be Like Love
Make Man My
One Only
Rock. Runaway
to Summer. Super!
Take That!
This Too!
We? What? When?

*Oops! It should be Angels not Angers. My bad!

Dada was just the beginning

It’s so strange to me to think that so many people (myself included) don’t know that if it weren’t for Dadaism, we wouldn’t have Surrealism, Pop Art and Post-modernism.

A lot of the original dadaists actually moved on to a new art form called Surrealism.

Here are a few names from each art movement:

Did away with traditional esthetics, embraced nonsense and absurdity. 

Marchel Duchamp, Tristan Tzara, Hannah Höch, Max Ernst, Man Ray, Francis Picabia, Hans Arp, Hugo Ball.

Tried to find meaning in the unconscious, dreams. Bypass reason and rationality, automatic writing. 

Salvador Dali, Rene Magritte, Man Ray, Marchel Duchamp, Francis Picabia, Max Ernst. Hans Arp, Frida Kahlo.

Pop Art:
Boundaries blurred between high and low art, visual communication, art becomes a commodity, influenced by the masses. 

Andy Warhol, George Segal, David Hockney.

Scepticism, Subjectivity, rejection of meta-narratives, questioning everything associated with modernism, kitsch

Justin Michael Jenkins, Robert Breer, Jeff Koons.

Of course, these are just a few artists who stand out to me.

You are welcome to explore further but proceed with caution. This is not for the light-hearted.

Just another random Dada poem

This poem is written using Elimination. You take a random page from any book and eliminate all the words you don’t want to use and leave the rest where they were placed on the page.

I bet you’ll never guess from which book I got this page from:


Aids                           missionary




                                   still, crimson


sober                                step                        deep.


When asked what is the point?

The point is… there is no point! That is the point. And that is Dada.- Sulet Linde

Napowrimo Day 30 Words


Napowrimo 2016 – Day 1

I am pleased to report that I decided to do Napowrimo this year. In a previous post I explained how I would do it (Napowrimo or Not? ). At first I wondered how I could possibly make this work, but when I started it became so much fun! This is going to be an interesting Napowrimo experience!

Tristan Tzara, the father of Dadaism, wrote a poem about it:

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.
Shake gently.
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.

The words I picked: else? acorn nerves wagging to fun footprint holiday remember world

Napowrimo poem:

what else?
this acorn could become a tree
it’s just nerves
my muse wagging it’s tail
to words

This is actually fun
leaving my footprint
like going on a holiday

Remember me
as I leave this world.


Now I just can’t decide if I should throw the words back into the bag or add new ones?


Dada poems with song lyrics

I wanted to do this for quite some time. So last week I went through all my playlists and wrote down my favourtie songs. While I was doing this I listened to some of these songs that I listen to most – I circled these. Whenever I finished listening to a song I chose the song with the most plays in the playlist I was busy with then. This is what I came up with:

Not like me


House of wolves

“Klein Tambotieboom”

I’m going under

A soft place to fall. – (29 Jan 2015)

The funny thing is – I noticed that some of the songs’ lyrics actually work well together:

“It’s not like me to let it show, but I think I’m in love with you”

“I’m naked around you. Does it show?”

I’m going under. falling in you. I’m falling forever. I got to break through”

“You’re the one that taught me after all. How to find a soft place to fall.

Here’s another one:

Title: Loose Lips


Here comes the next contestant

After all this time

I love the way you lie

All I do is dream of you

The best day. – (30 Jan 2015)

Same one, just revised:

Loose Lips

I’ve become so numb

Here comes the next contestant

After all this time

I realized I love the way you lie

All I do is dream of you

I had the best day with you, today.

Can you guess the songs and artists? Some of them are not that hard. 

Dada Poem

Plan of Attack

Bully for Ukraine

Keeping score.

Monster. Master.

You have the right to be forgotten.

An apology would be a start.

Inside job

killing it softly

childhood denied.


Titles taken from Time magazine Issue: May 26, 2014

24 April 2014 Napowrimo

Titles (2 or 3?) I can’t remember


Christians and Tyrants

Luckless down under

Take that, Taliban!

To the dogs.

Why Obama hit Pause.

unholy choices


Make like a Panda

Bearly human

Gone to the beach

“Yeah, you betcha!”