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DADA. Anti-art. World War I: 1914-17 Dada: 1916. Berlin. Paris. New York. Zurich. Tristan Tzara. Hugo Ball at the Cabaret Voltaire. Man Ray Gift. Francis Picabia Portrait of C ézanne. Francis Picabia in Entr’acte. Marcel Duchamp: Fountain. Simultaneous poetry.

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Berlin

Paris

New York

Zurich


Tristan

Tzara


Hugo

Ball

at the

Cabaret

Voltaire


Man Ray

Gift


Francis

Picabia

Portrait of

Cézanne


Francis

Picabia

in

Entr’acte




Kurt schwitters

Kurt Schwitters

Ursonate

1921-1932


Surrealism 1923

Surrealism1923

Sur = above


Sigmund freud

Sigmund Freud

Psychoanalysis


Max ernst the master s bedroom it s worth spending a night there
Max Ernst:The Master’s Bedroom:It’s Worth Spending a Night There



Ren magritte
René Magritte




Andr breton

André Breton

Nadja



The five brothers philippe soupault trans terry hale
The Five BrothersPhilippe SoupaultTrans. Terry Hale

When elephants wear braces

When magistrates have hats

When snails are camels

When haberdashers have cars

We will shout aloud: Thanks a lot


A man in love

A Man in Love

Leonora Carrington



Joseph cornell shadowplay eterniday
Joseph Cornell:Shadowplay . . . Eterniday


Eating poetry mark strand

Eating PoetryMark Strand

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no

happiness like mine.

I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.Her eyes are sad

and she walks with her hands in her dress.


The poems are gone.The light is dim.The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.Their eyeballs roll,their blond legs burn like brush.The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.


She does not understand.When I get on my knees and lick her hand,she screams.I am a new man.I snarl at her and bark.I romp with joy in the bookish dark.


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