When everything that is called art was well and truly riddled with rheumatism, the photographer lit the thousands of candles whose power is contained in his flame, and the sensitive paper absorbed by degrees the blackness cut out of some… — Tristan Tzara Copy Share Image
To make a poem, take one newspaper, one pair of scissors, snip the words one by one and put them in a bag. Shake… — Tristan Tzara Copy Share Image
“Art is at present the only construction complete unto itself, about which nothing more can be said, it is such richness, vitality, sense, wisdom.… — Tristan Tzara Copy Share Image
Art is not the most precious manifestation of life. Art has not the celestial and universal value that people like to attribute to it.… — Tristan Tzara Copy Share Image
Dada Dada Dada, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing of opposites and of all contradictions, grotesques, inconsistencies: LIFE. — Tristan Tzara Copy Share Image
“and on the other side for lack of sun there is death perhaps waiting for you in the uproar of a dazzling whirlwind with… — Tristan Tzara Copy Share Image
Any work of art that can be understood is the product of journalism. — Tristan Tzara Copy Share Image
Is it a spiral of water in the tragic gleam of a revolver, an egg, a glistening arc or the floodgate of reason, a… — Tristan Tzara Copy Share Image
