No/yes
*Manifesto Blackout* of Dada Manifesto (Tristan Tzara, 1918)
NO
His instincts manipulated the plain amusement of anything,
futile and
bacteriological at least.
We see the mother, a nurse, learned as babies of our day,
dry.
noisy, noisy.
boring. stagnant—
human.
A work to torture the atmosphere,
never beautiful,
Each character has Jesus wings.
Expect to put chaos thyself—
I have no right to practice art.
YES
The magic of a word
is of no importance to us
You must fly into a rage and organize prose
that resembles life—
the essence of everybody
a system ardent, naive, transitory
but obsolete.
In art we are human amusement
awaiting nothing moral
invented to gulp affirmation—
suitable chrysalises,
psychoanalytic plot.
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*Manifesto cut in half; co-lab-ers blackout 5 lines at a time; passing halves back and forth till both halves are blacked out*
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