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.

 

*Manifesto cut in half; co-lab-ers blackout 5 lines at a time; passing halves back and forth till both halves are blacked out*

Alyssa Diltz

Shannon St. Hilaire