Forwarded from THE Discordian Society
Dada Cannibalistic Manifesto (1920)
You are all accused; stand up. The orator will speak to you only if you are standing.
Standing as for the Marseillaise,
standing as for the Russian hymn,
standing as for God save the king,
standing as before the flag.
Finally standing before DADA, which represents life and accuses you of loving
everything out of snobbism from the moment that it becomes expensive.
Are you completely settled? So much the better, that way you are going to listen to me with greater attention.
What are you doing here, parked like serious oysters — for you are serious, right?
Serious, serious, serious to death.
Death is a serious thing, huh?
One dies as a hero, or as an idiot, which is the same thing. The only word which is not ephemeral is the word death.
You love death for others. To death, death, death.
Only money which doesn’t die, it just leaves on trips.
It is God, one respects it, the serious person — money respect of families.
Honour, honour to the money; the man who has money is an honourable man.
Honour is bought and sold like ass. Ass, ass represents life like fried potatoes,
And all of you who are serious, you will smell worse than cow shit.
DADA doesn’t smell anything, it is nothing, nothing, nothing.
It is like your hopes: nothing
like your paradise: nothing
like your idols: nothing
like your political men: nothing
like your heroes: nothing
like your artists: nothing
like your religions: nothing
Whistle, cry, smash my mouth and then, and then? I will tell you again
that
you are all pears. In three months we, my friends and I, are going
to sell you
our paintings for several francs.
Francis Picabia, ‘Manifeste Cannibale Dada’. Read by André Breton at the 3rd Soirée Dada at the Théatre de la Maison de l'Oeuvre, 27 March 1920. Published in Dada n° 7 - DADAphone (March 1920), in Der Dada Nr. 3 (April 1920) and in Almanach Dada (June 1920).
You are all accused; stand up. The orator will speak to you only if you are standing.
Standing as for the Marseillaise,
standing as for the Russian hymn,
standing as for God save the king,
standing as before the flag.
Finally standing before DADA, which represents life and accuses you of loving
everything out of snobbism from the moment that it becomes expensive.
Are you completely settled? So much the better, that way you are going to listen to me with greater attention.
What are you doing here, parked like serious oysters — for you are serious, right?
Serious, serious, serious to death.
Death is a serious thing, huh?
One dies as a hero, or as an idiot, which is the same thing. The only word which is not ephemeral is the word death.
You love death for others. To death, death, death.
Only money which doesn’t die, it just leaves on trips.
It is God, one respects it, the serious person — money respect of families.
Honour, honour to the money; the man who has money is an honourable man.
Honour is bought and sold like ass. Ass, ass represents life like fried potatoes,
And all of you who are serious, you will smell worse than cow shit.
DADA doesn’t smell anything, it is nothing, nothing, nothing.
It is like your hopes: nothing
like your paradise: nothing
like your idols: nothing
like your political men: nothing
like your heroes: nothing
like your artists: nothing
like your religions: nothing
Whistle, cry, smash my mouth and then, and then? I will tell you again
that
you are all pears. In three months we, my friends and I, are going
to sell you
our paintings for several francs.
Francis Picabia, ‘Manifeste Cannibale Dada’. Read by André Breton at the 3rd Soirée Dada at the Théatre de la Maison de l'Oeuvre, 27 March 1920. Published in Dada n° 7 - DADAphone (March 1920), in Der Dada Nr. 3 (April 1920) and in Almanach Dada (June 1920).
I didn't mean to sadpost tonight, but this is my most recent poem, and I thought I'd share.