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Manifesto Of Monsieur Aa The Antiphilosopher

by Tristan Tzara
5th February 1920

without the pursuit of I worship you
which is a French boxer
maritime values as irregular as the depression of Dada in the blood of a bicephalous animal
I glide between death and the vague phosphates that scratch slightly at the common brain of dadaist poets
luckily
because
gold
mine
tariffs and the high cost of living made me Decide to abandon D's
it isn't true that sham dadas have Deprived me of them because
here's enough to bewail the nothing that is called nothing
and I've cleared illnesses at the customs
I the carapace and umbrella of the brain from noon till two o'clock
two hour's subscription
superstitious releasing the mechanism
of the spermatozoon ballet that you'll find being dress-rehearsed in all the hearts of suspect individuals
I'll eat your fingers a bit
I'm renewing your subscription to the celluloid love that creaks like metal gates
and you are idiots
I shall come back once in the guise of your renascent urine as the obstetric wind of joie de vivre
and I'm going to establish a boarding school for poets' supporters and I've come again to start again
and you're all idiots
and the selfkleptomaniac's key only works with crepuscular oil on every knot of every machine there's the nose of a new-born baby
and we're all idiots
and very suspect of a new form of intelligence and a new logic after our own manner
which isn't at all Dada

and you're letting yourselves be led astray by Aaism
and you're all idiots
poultices
of the surgical spirit of purified sleep
of bandages
and of virgin
idiots

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