Thursday 31 December 2009

Cannibal Manifesto, by Francis Picabia, read by Andre Breton in March 1920

What are you doing here, planted on your backsides like a load of serious mugs...

... you serious people, you smell worse than cow dung

DADA, as for it, it smells of nothing, it is nothing, nothing, nothing

It is like your hopes: nothing

like your heaven: nothing...

like your politicians: nothing...

like your artists: nothing...



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