Posts Tagged ‘Dada’

Francis Picabia

October 6, 2013

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My ass always has
need of God; my head always
has need of Satan

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The essence of a
man is his shirt and trousers—
naked, he’s nothing

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All pleasure is pain
disguised as misery and
bald indifference

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The unaesthetic
is as indispensable
as the family

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There are only two
categories: life and death.
They bore everyone.

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Knowledge is like art—
it lasts only five minutes,
useless and tiring

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Concubinage is
marriage that takes liberties
with monotony

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Paradise is the
blue music of immortal,
bearable failure

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Kurt Schwitters

March 2, 2011

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Dada is the false
mirror that reflects the light
of the hereafter

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A free tram ticket
to eternity is the
best class distinction

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We must erase all
the boundaries between junk
heaps and rubbish heaps

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Invest in chaos,
deform the sublime and play
only in attics

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It is essential
to take a spiritual
interest in walls

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The bourgeoisie is
as unimportant as the
proletariat

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Time is mere money . . .
Art is a self-sufficient
factory-made bank

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Paste noon and midnight
together and you’ll swindle
demanding morning

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Tristan Tzara

October 13, 2010

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Thought is the egg of
human imbecility . . .
The head is useless

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Tenderness is an
armadillo that can hiss
like a glockenspiel

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Butterflies are made
in the mouth of God as an
insult to the air

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Journalism is an
arthritic virgin riding
a tottering ear

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Spontaneity
can be invented only
by an art turbine

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The spiral river
of incoherence is straight
as a revolver

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I do not wish to
fathom the normal or the
work of professors

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Be attuned to the
gleam of constellations and
the arc of hiccups

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For myself, I have
an unquestionable faith
in quack egoism

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Literature is
a microbe that will destroy
all seriousness

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Enthusiasm for
algebraic formulas
is a tragic state

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Morals were betrothed
in hell to the law . . . Explode,
don’t conciliate

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