Pokec

Niečo o mne

Neustále sublimujem!!

I am not blushing when expressing my pash for girls .nebulated.

Parfois je pense que je suis un homme. Mais puis je change pour les innomés et les inqualifiables.
Blurry.
Je suis perdu en pensées obscures et inconnues. Fasciné, enchanté, ravi, ensorcelé, séduit par un dessin flou.C`est la matérialisation des sentiments, des sensations à venir. Le début de ma mélancolie.
1.Môj rozum každodenne bojuje s jeho vlastným relativizmom.
2.Moja nechápavosť hraničí s racionálnym agnosticizmom.
3.Môj nos nie je židovský. Ani nemám zlaté zuby.
4.Bránim sa svojmu prenasledovateľovi.
5.Lieky na tlmenie nepomáhajú. Potrebujem priame vybúrenie.
6.Daydreaming.
etc.
Ostalo to v nepochopení.

Music, which should be alive and vibrating, needs new means of expression and science alone can infuse it with youthful sap … I dream of instruments obedient to thought and which, supported by a flowering of undreamed timbres, will lend themselves to any combination I choose to impose and will submit to the exigencies of my inner rhythm. (EDGAR VARESE)

PREČO MILOVAŤ TRISTANA TZARU:
To Make A Dadist Poem

Take a newspaper.
Take some scissors.
Choose from this paper an article the length you want to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Next carefully cut out each of the words that make up this article and put them all in a bag.
Shake gently.
Next take out each cutting one after the other.
Copy conscientiously in the order in which they left the bag.
The poem will resemble you.
And there you are--an infinitely original author of charming sensibility, even though unappreciated by the vulgar herd.

Proclamation Without Pretension by Tristan Tzara

Art is going to sleep for a new world to be born
"ART"-parrot word-replaced by DADA,
PLESIOSAURUS, or handkerchief

The talent THAT CAN BE LEARNED makes the
poet a druggist TODAY the criticism
of balances no longer challenges with resemblances

Hypertrophic painters hyperaes-
theticized and hypnotized by the hyacinths
of the hypocritical-looking muezzins

CONSOLIDATE THE HARVEST OF EX-
ACT CALCULATIONS

Hypodrome of immortal guarantees: there is
no such thing as importance there is no transparence
or appearance

MUSICIANS SMASH YOUR INSTRUMENTS
BLIND MEN take the stage

THE SYRINGE is only for my understanding. I write because it is
natural exactly the way I piss the way I'm sick

ART NEEDS AN OPERATION

Art is a PRETENSION warmed by the
TIMIDITY of the urinary basin, the hysteria born
in THE STUDIO

We are in search of
the force that is direct pure sober
UNIQUE we are in search of NOTHING
we affirm the VITALITY of every IN-
STANT

the anti-philosophy of spontaneous acrobatics

At this moment I hate the man who whispers
before the intermission-eau de cologne-
sour theatre. THE JOYOUS WIND

If each man says the opposite it is because he is
right

Get ready for the action of the geyser of our blood
-submarine formation of transchromatic aero-
planes, cellular metals numbered in
the flight of images

above the rules of the
and its control

BEAUTIFUL

It is not for the sawed-off imps
who still worship their navel