How I write a DADA poem:
I take an article
Underline words that pop out
mix them up
And put them together
again in a new puzzle.
I didn’t have internet access last night, so I’m posting yesterday’s poem today.
falling through the cracks
line of sight
1984 = 2014
came rushing in
black sea beaches
I’m not insinuating that the Russians per se are at fault or that they really did something in 1984. What I mean with 1984 is that I’m referring to George Orwell’s novel “1984” and I only mention Russians because the article I got the words from was about the Russians wanting to take over Crimea in the Ukraine.
The 2014 means that it is still happening today “monitoring shopping habits” is becoming really real with Facebook ads and new phone GPS apps like iBeacon that for example will remind you of an item on your shopping list whenever you are in the right aisle (which is pretty ingenious and scary at the same time!).
There. I hope I haven’t offended anyone. And if I did – sorry.
the powers that be
earned their swagger.
white against black
I could. Not. Breathe.
“What size tutu do you wear?”
Mourning got a piece.
foul or no foul?
might just be the one.
Cinderella saved her invitation to the dance.
Phew! That was close. See if you can guess what the poem is about!
6 April 2014
“take your ears on vacation”
“avalanche sand singing”
“wear our doctors”
“surveillance cameras as heads”
“slow roasted honey baked ham”
“HTML is an STD”
“I want to take in the hood and meditate”
“Rush particular brand of Angel dust”
“I slept in the street”.
This poem consists of phrases that caught my eye in the Time magazine (as you can gather, I like to read the Time magazine a lot and I’m using it as inspiration for Napowrimo). So sue me!
winky emoticonically dirty look
I don’t know the shortcut
man without a ( )
he is an impish, provocative, self-destructive, artistically, brilliant
There is no happiness here.
Bring me a lamp
so I can find my way back.
I’m really starting to enjoy this now! I got these words from another Time Magazine article: “My Lars von Trier problem” by Lisa Schwarzbaum, March 17 2014, p46-47
less heart, less speech
Less salt please!
My tongue can’t stand the taste.
Lessen my burden.
Let me speak.
I Demand lip service
hmmm… not quite finished I think, but it’s all I have so far for today.
I’ve also decided to work on my incomplete poems that had been lying around here for years gathering dust. But it is only attempts and won’t necessary be the final products. If I want, I can try to better my attempt on the next day and see what I come up with.
Today I have two DADA poems:
1) Wat eet ons vanaand?
olke bolke knor
Knor my maag nou.
Gooi in die pot:
Chicken en kerrie?
Notes: The first stanza is an Afrikaans rhyme you say out loud when you don’t know what to pick/choose. Almost like the donkey-rhyme (Inky pinky ponky/daddy had a donkey/ donkey die/daddy crie/inky pinky ponky).
Do you know any other rhyme? Please share. I would like to hear from you.
Daar’s ‘n heks wat swaai
op haar skoppelmaai.
en soos sy swaai
vloek sy almal wat verbygaan.
“Maai toe julle maaifoedies!”
Die volk kom bymekaar
by die kaai.
“Kom ons braai
die heks op haar swaai,”
sê die een. Raai!
Die heks hoor toe.
hoër en hoër
tot bo die wolke
*The text in the green is what I had and the rest is what I filled in today.
That is what I imagine my 2013-self would say to my self in the year 2014.
I feel so ashamed that this is only my third post of 2014.
Another thing I’ve noticed, is that my work is keeping me so occupied it’s turning me into a person I’m not – and I hate that! Between going to work and going home and obsessing about work there isn’t much time for anything else. I’ve frantically tried to make up for it with my reading and watching TV, but then that also means I have no time to come to my favourite place in the world – my blog!
So I’ve decided when NAPOWRIMO month starts, I’m going to challenge myself to either write one Dada poem a day or continue my Dada research where I’ve last left off.
And to prove to myself that I’m serious, here’s some DADA quotes to inspire me:
“I want to see an elephant hunt down a man for the sole purpose of collecting his teeth, while a chorus of typewriters sings songs that praises the bananas for their wisdom, leadership, and their high levels of potassium.”
― Jarod Kintz
“You’ll never know why you exist, but you’ll always allow yourselves to be easily persuaded to take life seriously.”
― Tristan Tzara
“Thought is made in the mouth.”
― Tristan Tzara
“Dada means nothing. We want to change the world with nothing.”
“Art is dead. Long live Dada.”
“Art has nothing to do with taste. Art is not there to be tasted.”
My 2013-self just gave me a hug! 🙂
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?