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