To make a poem, take one newspaper, one pair of scissors, snip the words one by one and put them in a bag. Shake gently, draw them out at random, and copy them conscientiously... DADA est mort. DADA est idiot.… — 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
