#dada
Boom.
No corners, no spine.
Flat letters, soft edges.
The pineapple floats because it forgot how to sink.
Trebek nods—final answer.
Mother Teresa blinks twice and folds into the wallpaper.
Nothing left but a doggle.
Sans serif.
Sans meaning.
Sans everything except the blorp.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
age?
no
vrrn blood
pshht marrow
tick-sun tick
sunbox
sunspill
sun???
blind claps blind
yes yes no
toast!
toast!!
anx-anx
crumbtime
fear wears shoe
shoe forgets foot
day day
taxed
drip
mast—
slv—
swap
frag frag frag
powr says sss
ear = ?
eye = !
truth fell
cry has no teeth
law sleeps
time coughs sideways
begin begin
againagin
wrongloop
sun goes
sun goes
sun goes
alone
or not
spoon
static
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
Faster faster!
And faster still!
Broker the masters will!
Broker the faster faster faster will!
YOU!
Are you alone?
Build a home!
Cardboard! Prince!
Glue the glue with glue until the glue gives way!
And the glue gives way!
And the glue gives sway!
And you sway sway sway sway—
No longer you!
Or longer you!
Or wronger you!
OFF!
What is off?
A cough? A scoff?
A sickness? A witness?
An offness off-off-off
Switch the switch to ON-OFF-ON.
But is it art?
Or start?
Or violence?
Or silence?
Monetary sums,
capital stinks,
capitals wink—
CLICK!
Dragon chewing hashtags in the basement,
Dragon burping thunder in the basement,
Dragon nothing, dragon ruin, dragon echo echo echo—
The valley said thunder.
The valley said ruin.
The valley said nothing.
Faster faster faster!
Stack the bricks! Stack the likes!
Stack the mirrors—fall inside!
You are the glue.
You are the sway.
You are the echo chewing echo
in the dragon tower.
Thunder thunder nothing thunder.
Nothing thunder nothing thunder.
Off. On. Off. On.
Scroll. Scroll. Scroll.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC
I am boasting of knowing something about Pergamum,
and the altar from there, that is now in Berlin,
and the library that was in that city, where as one
of the cities linked to the Satan of Revelation,...
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Inserting myself, the meat minded man, qwerty guy,
I am not alone in thinking these are unprecedented
times to be alive and literally reading defined and
cross translatable buzz words that trigger points,
like bullets, but
itchy, or spark, cringe, sometimes, ew, feel
where
whose pain? Yeh we know, now, Iyobe, he talked back,
wisdom has no problem with that, ask James, 3:17,
powerful truth, I used to escape an infamous cult,
in the summer of 1985, which happens to be
the last time I saw Wendell Havatone, Sr. alive,
that 4th of July, in 1985.
The part of friends who approach laughing, every time
you remember a friend, that's the spirit, we share.
Just true, no wu wu doctrine ritual walk, you live
long enough, you know.
…………….
...I am not defining sorrow,
I am not sorrowful, nor sorry.
I am ordinarily silent,
my fingers speak more e-loquaciously
than my lips, yet saying
thus saith the tyrant in my mind, guy in charge,
boss, saith, accept the cast and acknowledge
reception, then be not deceived, no tool in the bag
is non essential,
to be excited about life, become excited about dying,
right, with chutz pah - ummpapa,
steady increase in the overall confusion, mixing material
substances to invoke reversion to the common thread,
the survivor animus, she prima donna, mother superior, Y-
certainly we understand the taste in the white of the egg,
-wait, I'll check.
Shad-dah' ee, the Almighty, all powerful, all schadenfreudlich
Dada's still art
you are the other people, too.
- laugh after you know, you knew, secrets
- heart felt truths we treasure as children,
- wishing some one really dead, as seen on TV.
- Ow, intended for adult audiences, greasy gopher guts.
- anatomically correct Barbie dolls, mentally challenging.
Salt of the earth, pillars in the house
of my god, who has sons
and daughters, stories abound, certainly -- bound by something,
some herding instinct near the mean path of least resistance.
Armed with 2023 word processing technology,
we confess to stretching the vernacular idiolect past positive
resistance to the polar opposites being the most sublime
iteration of our situation, see,
I am wind, and you are water, and, oh, oh, no,
yeh way cool, heat rises, join me, be yourself, no problem
cloudy skies are good things in July.
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 4:27 PM UTC
Friend energy vulnerable of honest.
When fulfils, they group feeling safe.
encourages thoughts of capable a trust.
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC
To depend we when;
Safe doing feel thoughts and can purpose.
Vulnerable trust what honest encourages;
Safe when fulfils family feeling.
Other depend.
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 11:23 AM UTC
verily as i sit here
an exercise in automatic writing
in the vain of all those dada artists before me
i sit
and compose
and i wonder
oh how lucky i am
that amongst the marvel of the present
amidst the bone and sinew of my hand
i possess still the ability to type
and to see the beauty
in the real and in the unreal
like those many in my past
oh how lucky i am
and i wonder
just how many before me have loved
in that same way that only i
have loved
loved the feeling of fingers and keyboards
and of cookies in my mouth
and of music in my ears
oh how lucky i am
to be in love
with a woman
a woman as real as me and you
and although she is not here
with me
in this moment
she exists as i imagine her
like the fleeting image of a siren in the sea spray
and i write
oh how lucky i am
and i gaze past my bare legs onto the floor
the floor of my room and i wonder
oh how lucky i am
oh how lucky i am
in love with the image of a coke can
like so many andy warhols before me
and i stare into his sunglasses
on the poster next to my bed
that i got at the art institute of chicago
and i wonder
oh how lucky i am
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 8:55 PM UTC
ONCE is less than MORE but if you go off
allow something to grab you if you fall
inside pollen-eye bites when you
taste blue and smell summer zeros hiding
inside
a hookah vision ,,__,, defies logic
bends the Divine Proportion of smAll
a supra sutra deluxe rule fights cRhyme
sends the devils running
higher fly these angels
so heavy to consider this;
once is less than more
is less than
less
|
V
than zero
0
02.28.2020
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
for all my preparation
this project begins to slip away
what if my great fantasy
hinges on a banal happiness?
the ink of ballpoint pen
takes me as far as sorrow's edges
i confess best to myself
wetness skin to skin, with sweat's sweet and
sour accompaniment is as close to happiness
as i can steer this sinking ship
as of late there's nothing left
of the sweat to cleanse my dead palate
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
I have no perspective, I
bring nothing new.
I absorb everything, I
am pressed to consume.
I consume. They press me,
to consume me, to imbibe,
to savor the flavor of
the fruits to their labor.
I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game correctly.
(. . .rebranding. . .)
I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game.
If I'm alive, then we're ******
If I die, then you're ******
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
I woke up with a universe dried to my hands.
Post observable,
Post ****** of;
water,
seed,
death
and
fingernails,
scratching at a birth canal.
Who is hungry?
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
let's forget eachother - let's forget who we are
where we are going
let's forget and just remember
names and streets where we met
why did we fall in love?
where are we going?
let's forget where and why we met
where we fell in love
streets and names
let's forget ourselves
forget who we are
just remember
where we met, just remember
let's forget where we are going
why we met?
let's forget eachother
let's forget who we are
names and strets
let's forget
why did we meet?
where did we meet?
let's forget
who are we?
where are we going to?
let's forget streets and names
just remember to forget
forget remember
loving
meeting
where are we going to?
names and or streets, forget
forget what we were supposed to forget
let's forget ourselves
what? why? me? she?
let's forget what is "we"
where?
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
Rebellion – for too long the status quo,
is, in our day, a predictable show.
Antichrist irony, absurdity
shockingly daring incongruity
no longer shock the bourgeois, you know…
Alone in the temple of glass with a rock,
you’re out of traditional symbols to mock.
Surrealists did it much better than you –
and it meant a lot more in ’32.
You chew your cud on the cattle-wagon
overused shock-tactics (moo ! ) now draggin’
(or herding) aboard the iconoclast train
(b)lowing through boxcars your bovine refrain:
“to, um – make people think…” Oh Lord, how uncouth.
Nihilist narcissus – tell me, what’s Truth?
Must creative always be subversive?
I discern, in your frenzied discursive,
a dull and predictable lack of life.
While you brandish that plastic butter knife
I seem to note, in your constant ******
dearth of artistic ability. Must
bohemian acolytes (some yawning)
ever be deer in the headlights, fawning
before the ironic gesture? It’s sad;
the bitter is sweet but the art is bad…
They circle hors d’oeuvres on opening night
like moths around white wine in candlelight,
cerebrating in a modernist void:
contemporary aesthetes, overjoyed
to know once more that life has no meaning;
the planet is doomed; that kings are queening;
that chic just arrived, escorting philosophy
(Forgive us, Duchamp, for all this monstrosity).
I long for Hudson River School sunsets
Old Dutch Masters, religious art, portraits,
Red, green, or black propaganda-art? NO !
The view does not merit the price of the show.
I’m dada-ed to death, beyond the surreal.
Conceptual gimmicks have failed to conceal
your want of ability, values, and faith
In the book you despise it is written: “thus saith
the fool in his heart: that there is no God…”
You: Postmodern Art – to the firing squad!
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
Some mornings,
I want to leap
from bed:
pluck the eyes
from anacondas,
beat monkey butts
with broken spoons,
and steal flowers
from cemetaries
to warm
the homeless.
But this
particular
morning,
I'd much rather
stay in bed
with your warmth,
your deep kisses,
your long sighs
and let the anacondas,
monkeys and homeless
fend for themselves.
~mce
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
Arthur dear, don’t fret.
Papers, papers, get your papers.
I have never been to the sea. I always wanted to go to the sea.
No, never since my husband died.
Oh aye, a sight to behold.
The rascals of Ballydrim out in force.
The maid peept out the window.
The fryar and the nun.
An old man is a bed full of bones.
Is he not, is it not, is it not?
Rose is red and rose is white.
New new nothing.
Row well ye mariners.
I have never seen the sea.
The pauper and the layman, the priest and the scoundrel, all moving
with intent.
Sometimes, fleetingly, never anything less.
Profound, very, yes dreadfully profound.
Labour in vaine.
In great concentric circles about the time your husband died.
Biting the bullets one by one, out on the green fields of Amerikay.
Interest rates climbing on the national stew fund. Spiralling into a new dawn of exoneration of traditional values.
Gracie did all those things and more.
And the quaker danced.
Rose is red and rose is red.
For judge and jury.
Very very far.
Quite near actually.
Further than strictly possible.
In all reason dear.
75 miles from the sea. Exactly.
And another.
And another.
AND another.
Drawing to a conclusion.
Bliss.
Seemingly.
Fleetingly.
(pause)
Have at thy coat old woman!
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
Mud, mud, mud
Can't cha get enuff?
Nup, tuft.
Alleviate normative
Chairtime penalties
Helper Scalper!
Oh, I drew the crucifix!
I must cruise for a fix
and machinate my auto-licks.
Guitars all bent from rotten trips
into acid bath houses of Babylon!
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Geometric Considerations and Nomenclature for Reflectance, U. A march section in B flat minor follows.
Cordelia is nervous about her father's tax position but does not tell the others. Japan's Olympic judo team.
Rehberg married his high school sweetheart, Jan, a water attorney who represents farmers and ranchers. In four games, he had been sacked 23 times and had a pass intercepted 12 times.
Eastern Europe, and conspired to spread communism throughout the world. There are 55 schools in Kortrijk, on 72 different locations throughout the city, with an estimated 21,000 students. Go through all tools, materials, and so forth in the plant and work area.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
1
the free wheel turns
and from the asphalt
the chains dissolve
after every consonant
like a sphere walking on heels
sums the response of your epoch
daaa-brrrum-pa-uf
the sound continues
2
on a sleeping tree
that spits butter
every other morning
MERZ came along
dancing on neglected values
like the horn of whales
bending water at every
corner
in the slums of egotism
3
art has no meaning unless
art has no arms unless
art devours brains unless
art verifies stupidity unless
art has to be edible unless
art sleeps like an idiot unless
art bleeds through my fingers
unless art
4
falling like dominos
will turn the bipolarity of the glass
only to be slashed
so I can see
my pillow that rebells
to the murdering machine
every night
every night with gloves
filled with blue feathers
5
we are born
we are children
we grow
we die
in between, there is a shadow
covering the ghost
slowly piercing your skull
singing on tip toes
in the enchanted forest
6
I call
for the un-trembling hand
amidst the violence
and humanity
against the frozen word
breast of black matter
where spring holds her veil
river stones and milk
ghost of love
7
garbage laying
daughters of despair
renounce the yolk of logic
senses shall play
as it was intended
do not let reason fool you
she’s no more than a
servant
8
who disbelieves
imaginary facts
9
the betrayal of reason
10
Popart popart
garbage of the past
11
a malicious smile
Hans Arp, Raoul Hausmann, Hannah Höch
and Richard Huelsenbeck
out of the ruins of German culture
all conceivable materials
the union of art and non-art
12
continue to study the natural world
childlike and convoluted
the elated and troubled
new forms of typography
a new visual language
13
The **** regime banned
all your creative activities
Primiti Too Taa
14
rakete rinnzekete
rakete rinnzekete
rakete rinnzekete
rakete rinnzekete
rakete rinnzekete
rakete rinnzekete
Beeeee
bö.
15
Why?
16
the movements of the poem
string, cotton wool or a pram wheel
equal with paint
to reverberate
carved on its journey
repeating them in many different voices
a relentless momentum
17
new people, new shapes, colors, and details
18
blast the institution of slavery
blast the educational system
blast the paper cup morals
19
simultaneous happenings
will reign in the hearts of men
and turn them small and
smaller
20
Imaginary facts and the marvelous
appearances of the right moment
which is a woman
or a dice
with the shape of a cloud
******* on happiness
21
find a place
22
The nose is a myth
23
feign of death
the modern man
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
What I see is
imperfection
in the eyes of
Elevator.
John is sleeping.
John is kicking the ball.
Dear Papa,
why the cosmos is
the cosmos.
The reverence shines through
my hole.
The whole swimming pool was left in the ocean.
Dear Papa,
please tell me how to
have
sand.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
Da dana da da dana da,
Da dana da da da;
Dana da ddana da,
Da dana da dada.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC