Two Heroes

Tristan Tzara
16 April 1896 – 25 December 1963 

Spike Milligan
16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002 

Yet Another Cadavre

André Breton, Valentine Hugo, Tristan Tzara and Greta Knutson, 1933

One More Cadavre

‘Portrait de Breton’ by André Breton, Tristan Tzara, Paul Eluard and Valentine Hugo, 1931-32

The Tower

“There have always been, and there still are, two themes in everything I do: freedom and pleasure.”

Emmanuel Radnitzky AKA Man Ray
August 27, 1890 – November 18, 1976

Two More Cadavres

Nusch Eluard, Valentine Hugo, Andre Breton, Paul Eluard 1930


Greta Knutson, Tristan Tzara, Valentine Hugo 1929

Cadavre Exquis

Cadavre Exquis made by Valentine Hugo, André Breton, Tristan Tzara and Greta Knutson

Calling Card

La revue Dada 2

pour Marcel Janco

Five black girls in a car
exploded following the five directions of my digits
when i put hand to breast to pray God [sometimes]
around my head there is the humid light of the old
     lunar birds
the saints’ green halo around cerebral evasions
tralalalalalalalalalala
that one sees now bursting in bombs

there’s a young man who eats his lungs
then he has diarrhea
then he lets a luminous fart
like the returning birds a poem sings
like death gushes from cannons
he let a fart so luminous that the house became midnight
the great sailboat opened its book like an angel though
     it was planned

     your leaves, spring, like a fine page of
     typography
zoumbaï zoumbaï zoumbaï di
your outline in my intestines has eaten good and evil
above all evil like a general’s joy
for since I am afraid the rats gnaw the church without a servant I have
     carried the draperies and on each one there was our Lord
     and on each lord there was my heart
my heart I gave for a drink heehee

–Tristan Tzara, translation by DTH

Wise Old Dada

VII

je dis comme je vis

je vois comme la voix

je prends comme j’offre

ma vie est ainsi

je ne dois rien à personne

je dois tout à tous les hommes

from Quarante Chansons et Déchansons, Tristan Tzara, 1954

FRÈRE BOIS par TRISTAN TZARA

frère bois
et sœur pierre
les malins
vont au bois
cueillir des pierres

sur les douves
dans les prés
on ne trouve
que regrets
parait-il

*

tu ouvres les ailes
pour partir en voyage
tu te moques de nous
cheval
à ton âge

*

tard levé
tôt couché
soleil frileux
parle-moi de Botticelli