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Oh, how I’ve missed you!

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

“Always destroy what is in you.”
― Tristan TzaraOeuvres Completes

“Thought is made in the mouth.”
― Tristan Tzara

“Dada means nothing. We want to change the world with nothing.”
—Richard Huelsenbeck

“Art is dead. Long live Dada.”
—Walter Serner

“Art has nothing to do with taste. Art is not there to be tasted.”
—Max Ernst

My 2013-self just gave me a hug! 🙂



The Formula of a Dada Poem

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.
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. 

Tristan Tzara


This sounds very similar to cut out poetry. Maybe one day I’ll try it his way.