dare_to_be_dadaist oldephebe thoughts anyone? 030718 ... ferret dare_to_be_a_dentist 030718 ... oldephebe a dentist? why there's an imponderable query. i'm reeling from its' profundity and it's inextricable wisdom - too wheighty for me. I think i'll just stick to being dadaist. Hey now what does dadaist mean to you? What idiosyncratic interpolations doest this query spawn? 030803 ... oldephebe fractured pieces of time it always seems as if I'm sifting through a sieve my soul sifting through these endless hours and my soul wants a reprieve from all this, all this and time enough for time to stop and yet time in me time in me seems not to have a locus an origin i walk through these days 28 years and still still time tolling in me the tick of time tears at me keeping some record of all the echoes i've expurgated into the abyss the painted porcelain pieces of time and my god i've run out of rhyme old before my time sloped shoulders cold light a sharpness a ruefulness in the eyes what if i said i'm all out of me okay? i'm just all out of me i don't have a metaphore to say what i'm here for i don't have some searing simile to seek what she sees in me i don't have the tiniest bit of give a damn left and at this point i'm afraid i'm afraid to say to her soul i can't return these incipient flashes of infactuation or likeness or whatever it is she thinks her heart her oh so incandescant heart is churning, baking, shaping for me i can only reflect i cannot give i cannot return it even though it is the thing i've ached for, compaionship, a kinkred kiss i'm reminded of hemingway he sought to fill his infinity of emptiness with so many things bartering with the muse extorting his very life for a few reams of equisite heresy equisite encapsulations of existential entropy here's my hymm of harrow there's a precocious autumnal twinge in the air - right at the edges r i g h t - there! there ..did you feel it, just a blush of melancholy like the wind was mourning some bit of irretrievable innocence lost, lost like the iridescant flame of youth burning in the bright eyes of a once dreamy eyed little boy he drew, and read his books, and ran through a bucolic paradise with undiluted energies for a little while any way sojourn through the the sad take a trip through my trajedy and now my soul lives in this dark unfathomed subterranean crevice a shadow, a semblance of someone i once knew as me i'm only alive when i sing i'm only alive when i sculpt harmonic thouroughfares out of the muses soft breath and it is not vanity that i am borne aloft by, it is this comingling of desires and aspirations something that lies crude and beveled inchoate in the mist shaped and shaved into stark clarity and we did it! me and you and the girl in row 4, and the guy with his lover in row 6, and the alley shadows, and the dreaming wisp of a woman right there and the woman of chrubic face and matronly girth, we did it made this thing out of me and you and i felt filled with light and i felt something lift up and out of your souls just for a moment angst with out an anchor the round warm sound blue and buttoned down i'm drifting somewhere between the nexus of some purgatorial pennance and the space the broken spaces between breathing and eternal sleep some ineffable sense of attenuation i would like to crack the clock i would like to take time and collapse it or something, to somehow work it so i couldn't feel it's agoniaing progression - the tick of time tears at me i want to be strong i want people to look at me and tell that nothings wrong i want to i will somehow tell her these things without hurting her i want the courage and the grace to be honest without injuring her heart before it becomes something inextricable i want to, like hemingway, be able to name this voracious void in me every day it yawns a little wider oh god take me up take me up wake me, shake me, break me shape me o something real 030804 ... oldephebe should have written shape me into something real ... 030804 ... User24 shouldn't have corrected it, then we'd all be doomed to pointless conjecture about what you meant by "shape me o something real", instead of focusing on the real point of your scribblings. 030806 ... dAfrEMen This blathe reeks of salmon! Make mine mint tea with butter and we'll all be smashed. 030806 ... oldephebe well boys you are certainly entitled to your opinions, petty and malicious though they may be here's an idea if you see my name under a blather just scroll right through it or don't click on it and ..by the way i am so irrevocably the center of my universe so hey i will be for me and you will be for you, and ah so let the venom fly it's all bee bee's against a brick wall to me gentlemen oh by the way did you expect out of a blathe page entitled dare to be dadaist rigorously constructed linear holding forth - some sphincter squeezing soporific pedantic promenade? (and yeah i know some of the things i write pretty much snoozeville) oh no! a parenthetical editorial aside oh my! what meany mean things will they hurl out of their black hearts now? - any way hey it says dare to be dadaist, so fragmented and idiosyncrasy pretty much par for the course. I really don't expect most people to get what i write, not because it's some oracular divination gleaned from Gods' eyes bequeathed to me on the crest of a cloud or anything, so gentlemen you are entitled to your opinion and feel free to be petty and malicious and exert those vast cognitive engines ad infinitum i will be for me and that's all i need basically - i'm going to go get that rain parka, it does a really good job at catching all the spatter later and peace 030806 ... daFreweN Blah! Cream rinse storage tanks hold all comets in their places until strangling fails to calm them. You wouldn't sno0ze through net fishing hoops with half of those noses in your bag. See if she doesn't cabbage up your Meersham cherry come autumn. 030806 ... oldephebe oh! that was so lovely 030806 ... tildan dada is just pre punk. and post punk is dead. 030806 ... pipedream 'shape me into something real' ni-i-i-i-ice...i like! somehow its the simple things that usually clutch my soul and still my eyes..or the way poets like neruda create images..' i want to eat the almond ovals of your fingers' (or something like that:D) dada..artist or something i think, pliss explain. 030806 ... my little secret Can you have loved me closer to the sun then any star could not. We held outside around the house of misinformed misnomers. We made our mark of purple chalk on dirt paches made of cheese. Our love of thee is dangerous as tigers in the night. Our hate of thee is glamourous as burlap barbie dolls. We worship thee with fists upraised and pants around our ankles. Way across the eons they mischanced upon anfractuous forms of alluring light. We answered forth for thee to leave. 030806 ... Dafremen Dada would thumb its nose at your insistence on making it the "pre-punk." Dada might express something to the effect of: "What the F*CK is punk?! You mean that large crowd of pubescent rubbies all wearing spikes or day glo colors in their hair? That crowd? You mean the ones with all of the studs and leather, torn clothes and piercings, tattoos and screaming and violence? You mean that crowd of 'nonconformists'? They seem to be conforming rather well to one another. Now where did I leave that fried squid eye suit?" Dada would all of that without blinking an eye or saying a word. No, dada isn't the prepunk. Punk is a dada wannabe. Sex Pistols Ro0l! 030806 ... oldephebe *for pipedream* as usual your words are so peircing so lovely - I mean that, I'm not being flipppant or anything, in one soft breath you say so much lovely - and I need another word that connotes the same meaning as lovely, but I hate using a theaurus .. So kind of suprised you wended your way through the frazzled and fragmented prose ... and the Neruda referance - sublime later 030806 ... oldephebe oh yeah *my littlesecret* very provocative imagery, at least to me, conjuring up the old excesses of Icarus and all that quite nice. Oh and pipedream for an illuminating treatise on dadaism as it relates to literature there is a searing lecture by Tristan Tzara um well really excerpt from the DADAist Manifesto - translated from the french by Robert Motherwell - go to http://www.enlish.upenn.edu/~jenglish/English104/tzara.html whew! or maybe i'll just condense it and put it here. You're right, it was a movement in art as well as music - the excerpt I referred to though really captures the gestalt, the zeitgeist of the whole dadaist mind in all it's imperial incipiency. What I was referring to though initially, and kind of facetiously was the more anti-confluential fragmentary nature of dadaist art, but my understanding my breadth of knowledge is remedial at best so I'm not equiped to make an informed response to your query, I will post a condensed version in my own words of the Tzara excerpt later hope this helps you out oldephebe is just a geyser of verbosity, succinct and sublime and svelt (rhetorically speaking) that's the stuff for me 030806 ... pipedream thank you :) the URL refuses to open, but i'll just google it or something. merci, nonetheless :) sylvia plath used to write with a thesaurus in her lap. i don't think she is a bad person because of that, although a friend of mine does- she says it kills all originality. i think that using some help to make a better image isn't that terrible...is it? 030807 ... pipedream d'you know what; i've written a poem in distinct dadaist flavour years and years ago and not even known it was anything that subscribed to any kind of genre! IN-teresting! 030807 ... oldephebe umm about the whole utilizing a thesaurus thing, it's cool if that makes you a better writer - you know i mean because everyone has thier own idiosyncratic method - I just feel constrained, bridled, I feel like I'm cheating or something on the rare occasions I utilize a thesaurus. Hmm Sylvia Plath I havent't read much of her stuff, but I liked the few gems I have read. Actually, Daf (cognitive rogue that he is, he's incorrigable i guess) but his riposte to tilden really does encapsulate anarchic aspects of dadaism. The spirit, vituperative geysers of spleen and evisceration - to tear down all the spires and monuments to dead saints, dead lights dead minds curdled in the soup of contentment. One mighty swing of the ax to hew down the forests and watch what is spawned out of chaos, out of a new and obliterating order. At least, that's my remedial and uninformed understanding. 030807 ... oldephebe This is sort of like a primer on the origin of Dadaism, but given the vulcanized, protean, and anarchic nature of Dada and its cultural interdisciplianry cross pollinations; the "origin" of something so essentially truculent and it's permutations and variants are found in every thing and everywhere. So I'm not going to roil or delve into the vast seas of speculation - choir of learned babble and all that. My aim is merely to clarify a heretofore hazy apprehension of the concept, the gestalt the zeitgeist of what is sometimes inadequately codified as dadaism. Dada at it's core at it's seat of sentience is elemental, feral, primordial. The is basically for my benefit. "Where and how Dada began is almost as hard to determine as Homers birth place." Raoul Housmann Housemanns' honest avowel did not prevent him however from attempting to enshrine himself as the august architect/founder of the Dada movement. There are many to whom that coveted distinction could be ascribed to. There are many upon whose vaunted shoulders that mantel or robe could be tremulously wrapped around. It would exhaust seas of speculation. Dada is (a) feeling, Dada is a redoubable mind-set, implacable, it spurns attempts at amelioration or negotiation of it's essential nature, chaos, anti-confluentialism. It steadfastly resists any and all attempts to attenuate its anti-confluential eddies. (and)Its evocations, it's transfiguration proceed outward in infinite concentric ripples. No one man or woman or person of transgender or gender dysphasia identity crisis or paradox? (really this whole gender thing beyond the normal ascriptions and designations its' pretty foreign territory for me, but I like to be inclusive so hence the paddling out into pc all embracing water)..so no one personage, no matter how brightly the cosmos shines in his eyes - no matter their cognitive, creative grasp or reach - can claim that distinction. Architect/founder of Dada. Attempts to codify it, to contain it in some kind of ideological, interdisciplinary structure or bridle fail, woefully. Dada is inchoate, Dada is incindiary, Dada is primeval, Dada is Dada. Most reasonable scholars concede -a whole quorum of contentions and vying vanities, they do however agree on this: Someshere between 1915 and 1916 the hallowed light kissed darkened eyes and the modern apprehension of Dada burst from the fire womb in a truculent sprawl. Dada came to life. Everywhere it's torches were being lit. In any place free and irascible minds, indefagitably questing minds stretched to vaunt these incipient stirrings. Across continents, and class, heirarchical caste systems, aesthetic antipodes, the agrarian, the maw of industry opened it's maw to embrase Dada, in science. Dada it was said is breaking through borders shruffing off the yoke of orthodoxy. There was a place where all its fearsome faculties and energies seemed to burn the most brilliantly, seemed implacably concentrated, like the incendiary eyes of great Zeus, but no more than that myth dredged up from antiquaty. Horrible and fearsome and compelling fire eyes glowering out of the womb wherein it was spawned. In Zurich Germany, during the usurpations and upheavals of WWI. Those anarchic waters created the perfect environment. Dada exploited, capitalized upon the times, savagely - relentlessly. FRom there it is thought to have propogated throughout the modern world. Dada seared a sentiment and its' transmutations, its' reverberations are still and will be felt eons outward and afterward. In sculpture, in art, in words, or literature, - even in business theory and practise, science, the maverick out shines, out does, the safe and staid. At least this is how I interpret it my reductionish and remedial approach notwithstanding. Anyway there ya go and ah I had more to say but I think I'll save it for another time. 030807 ... relentless inner critic the word is reductionist 030807 ... oldephebe should have written: the maw of industry opened wide to embrace it's ... 030807 ... pipedream oldphebe- yo' shore don' need no thesaurus ;) 030807 ... misstree i am woefully ignorant of dadaism, aside from this blathe... am i correct in that it's mostly an anarchist thought process meant to cause progression by removal of familiar/stagnant? any expoundings upon that? seems like it focuses this clearcutting on society at large, as well... yes? no? fish? 030807 ... oldephebe well lemme sift it through the old cramped engine of cogitation.. yep misstree I'd reckon yur right on course and uh pipedream I sure could use a smidgin' of your poetic er vision and such, Ahd like ta be more svelt and succinct poetically speakin' And uh mistree thanyou reams and reams for your thoughts on archetypal and symbolic usage. preciate it mam Ah like mah halibat wif a smidgin of lemon and butter, and dem baby potatoe thingies wif some grated fresh parsley and a dry and not too impertinent vintage - yep I sure do later 030807 ... Dafremen Dada wanted nothing more than to be. It's acceptance by those who embraced it was enough acceptance to sate Dada. Dada didn't want to be defined, (I say didn't as if Dada is dead. Bullshit, I am so Dada in some of my views on free expression that it's not funny, or perhaps it is, or maybe its a thick chartreuse soup.) Conformity belongs to the group, whether on a societal level or not. Dada, on the other hand was of the individual. It was individuals. Many with only one thing in common, their insistence that individuality be able to exist without any requirement that it fall into any set of "standards." Dada's interesting side effect was it's ability to draw attention to, through it's tendency to provide STARK contrasts in behavior, dress and expression, the commonalities that were the essence of human. When Dada made the package absurd enough that we could NOT tell anything about the individual, we were left with the human standard, the nonremovable portion of all human individuals. Dada always shot to remove even this, but never completely could. A positive failure in my opinion. Societal conformity allows us to stick people in mental boxes based upon the music the like, the clothes they wear, the places they hang out, the ways in which they express themselves, etc. That went for the Punk and New Wave movements too. Dada was different. Dada told you nothing about the individual. It was up to YOU to dig for the person underneath. (In a way, Punk tried to go for the same effect, but it was a more conformist movement than it was probably intended to be.) Dada. Hell yea..Enjoy the show! (Now, where have I heard that before?) 030807 ... oldephebe noted 030807 ... misstree very interesting... the nonconformist ideal that just about any group with a unifying aspect will inherently fall short of... not quite my cup of tea, but it's down the same aisle... if see a cute boi in black, i look for clues as to subculture, and may have a few guesses as to what they're about from that, but i expect people to have a wide variety of variations from whatever theme they may circle about... if someone can tell anything from looking at me, they're welcome to it, and i'll help myself to the look on their face when i break their expectations. i'm too much of a sociologist and people watcher to be deprived of my butterfly wings to study. it takes a very open mind to be able to handle putting people near boxes rather than in them, and i will freely acknowledge that i may miss out on something because i tend to avoid certain boxes, or have little experience with them--sorostitutes and fratties being a good example, as i live in a hellhole college town. but, yeah, i'll just keep on with my expectations to break... thanks to all who helped edjimicate me on this, though. it's good to know that a cup of tea is out there. 030808 ... pipedream 'dada' is also the word in urdu for paternal grandfather. mine is in the limbo everyone goes to before their account books get settled. he was really cool; i wish i had known him better. 030808 ... oldephebe i never did get around to digesting that tzara excerpt, I ah skimmed some introductory paragraph from a cite entitled dadism - (forgot to write down the site) but it's pretty much a moot point - thanx guys for helping me to clarify something I'd just hoisted up there as a rhetorical dalliance. Now that we've found Dada could anyone direct me to MOMA? (not a typo) ... 030809 ... blabla 031006 ... bAfREwEZ Slathed..left to right breathes Manned crepusculence beats the minced Streets and crimped with gonad_marmalade Musty flatulence withers its sacred bottom Must I farewell? Tenders flail and spot away Will this leaving? Heart and tether stretches Banner flailing, slathed then fades Trickles gonad_marmalade. (goodbye phebe..it was a rare treat and a very distinct pleasure meeting and sharing space with you.) 031006 ... oldephebe swiftly dissapating so daf - right back at you..where am i going? and you will be stopping back bt to visit though right? seriously though - you will right? 031006 ... oldephebe boy, i sounded kinda whiney up there..blech 031006 ... oldephebe i mean several months back..i sound kinda whiney..and even still as i peck these few lines..hey shadow cloaked and narrow, gaunt apotheosis of my secret aspirations..cold dead wind..whitsle me a tune..a subtly bruising fugue..i have no idea where that came from..hey i guess that would be a serendipitous surrender to the zeitgeist of DaDa.. *too the tune of some old glenn camble ditty*...i'm lookin' for a life..one filled with the clarity of unremitting disparity.. i go paces in my dreams sometimes..and sometimes it feels as if there is some constituent parallel from the real world being represent in my phantasmagoric frolic..weird ... 031006 ... oldephebe but dada..the primeval..questing..indefagitable..spirit of it has been around since the earths first breaths and will continue long after we expire..don't limit yourself by parrotting tex book encapsulations or imposing the narrow rubric upon so omnibus..so protean a zeitgiest..read again what Dafremen says about dada's essential fire seed of Beingness peace ... 031007 ... oldephebe wait i just read what you wrote again chris...the second part of your statement..wow..yeah..kind of howling right out of dada's ruptured heart..heavy statement man.. peace 031007 ... oldephebe will this be the end of your ruminations upon dada? I hope not. Please share more. I could use the elucidation..seriously..as I kind of feel an ineffable, inchoate and yet primeval affinity for the riot against reason and staid orthodoxies..this is at least what i get from dada.. yeah so peel off another page for me why don't you.. peace... 031007 ... Dafremen Not to be critical, but it's absolutely asbsurd to take a compliment, and request for more of your insight, as the intellectual or expressionist HIGH ground, and to start dictating another man's manner of expressing himself. I say that, not as a judgment of your statements, but as a way of expressing my disappointment for not having read more of your blather about Duchamp or Dada here. Instead, all I see is noone that I know, and someone that I just barely care about(because you are my brother) ragging on someone that I do, and someone for whom I have a great deal of respect...the phebester there. Please. Enough of this divisive unproductive prattle(sigh..yes I suppose unproductive prattle is the definition of blather and I'm just as guilty, if not more so, than most...but COME ON!) Now...DO tell us about Duchamp and his toilet..I believe we're all eyes. 031012 ... Dafremen Ok, so I should have noticed the drunk comment.. Been there, done that. Carry on. : ) 031012 ... OLDEPHEBE DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!! Yo' Daf..Thanks for adding your voice to this discussion..I've been waiting for this imperious ire to pass before I wrote out of this geyser of indignant ire. I would just say to C that if he is young and or was/is drunk then I will grant him that extenuating leniency. No I do not use a theausrus, nor are my words some really rigorously contrived verbal choreography. Not that I owe you can explanation, not that I require or even want your acceptance or validation. DonoT DO NOT DO NOT EVER arrogantly, absurdly attempt to impose what is for you a valid mode of mind, expression upon another. You will not shape the parameters of the argument, you will not write, shape or determine or influence in any way the bounds, of my irrevocable authority for what issues out of ME. Period. Let this end all arguments. Out of my hearts hidden light I will speak. Out of my irrevecable authority I will speak. Out of my experience I will be the only arbiter of what issues out of me. I am trying to be charitable here. I so dislike spleen and vituperation. I so dislike the part of me that emerges. But please you embarass youself when you hurl out of your hubris these laughable attempts at impositon and or some petulant expectoration. I will be for Me until this body in Fire at last succumbs to Times depradations These are MY WORDS. MY SOUL HAS SET ITSLEF FORTH AND NOTHING BUT THE GRAVE MAYBE NOT EVEN THAT WILL I EVER CONCEDE TO. YOUR TACTIC IS REVEALED FOR WHAT IT IS. A FACILE AND DISHONEST MODE OF ARGUMENTATION. NO ARROW LODGES IN MY THROAT. I WILL BE POINTLESSLY PARENTHETICAL, I WILL PEDANTICALLY PROMENADE, I WILL GUSH PROLIXITY AND PLEONAMS I WILL INFURIATE AND EXCERBATE. LET THE RECTAL CHAFFING BEGIN OR SIMPLY IGNORE MY WORDS THE NEXT TIME YOU ENCOUNTER THEM. ... 031012 ... oldephebe And now in a much calmer vein.. confrontation is good - it is a starting point - we have been conditioned since chilhood not to talk back - not to rock the boat - keep your emotions in check - the primacy of dry didactic dreary reason over the hyperbole of seismically unstable emtion - let us first examine this postulate in its extreme - at the farsthest reaches of the ideological pole - any extreme in either direction is undesirable, however - to be silent is to be powerless is to be dead) okay back to the thread - earliest man - in the oral tradition - inculcated one another by stories - the culture was propogated by stories - umm that is how one connects to either the advesary or a loved one - can you reach someone, sway someone with the raw engine of reason - really can you reach someone that way? - can you reach someone shrieking - a flailing soul borne aloft upon its own wind of unreason of insoluble ire, that renders the arument incoherent - that places the advesary into an unteneable position - back against the wall and all that and so his/her ear is welded shut against the gale of fury or emotion or comic hyperbole - and he/she must erect a wall of his own hubris to not be unseated from the throne seat of his/her being - okay granted - now, I believe that if we connect to the efficasy of the wisdom or methodology of any aboriginal culture - that is by arguing out of that place that is irrevocably human - let reason be the tool that constructs the framework, let our own honest, authority - our emotion-imbue it with power - let us tell our stories, ourselves to the other we cannot cleave a peace by raising the sword, or fist, or gun or the tongue wich can sometimes wound a relationship irrevocably - let us not appluad our own despotic imaginations and malicious negation of the other - let us make our time honourable here, the ideas of dead men, dead hearts, the ideas of an orthodoxy, or fealty to the catchechisms of some rubric or aegis - does not bequeath an irrefutable primacy or sacrosanct sheen to our arguments - this is how to reach the advesary - (nothing is absolute nothing is infallible but unless you're dealing with the megalomaniacle or irredeemable evil, or patholoical vanity etc.) We are our own authority - the singularly inviolable "I", the insular "I" when we spea k from that place honestly - when we allow the other as well to defend his position - when we acknowledge his authority for and to him/herself (not acquiesence, not some sycphantic slave dance of obeisance)then the road is laid - then the two are empowered through reason and emotion (or personal authority) out of honesty to hopefully begin to walk upon that road to consensus or at least mutual respect though not nessesarily agreement to the merits of the others argument - the middle ground perhaps - sometime, sometimes..the other can be turned from his/her diametrical oppositon - sometimes through honesty they can be conscripted to your cause - so there ya go..flailing siesmic expectoration..or equanimity..or simply just ignore every thing i've put here..that's entirely your choice C ... 031012 ... Dafremen I'll say this, phebe's sentiments(first blathe) are almost indentical to my own. I WILL not, as just about anyone on this site will attest to, allow my expression to be dictated. They have told me that I must drink water with flourine in it. So I must. They have mandated that I must wear my seatbelt or get a ticket which I can ill afford, and so I do. They have told me that to live under the open sky is to invite the disdain and possible salival discharge of the occasional passerby, and so I live indoors and work a job to pay this bullsh*t tribute to the almighty system once a month, known as rent and I pay the bills too. They have MANDATED that my children go to THEIR schools and learn THEIR truths, and so they do. They have told me that there is NOTHING that I can do to avoid signing a form called a withholding ALLOWANCE form (which basically is giving my permission...ALLOWING them to take money from check and send it to the government, instead of paying them at the end of the year like the self-employed do) if I want to be gainfully employed and so I SIGN the damned thing. They have basically dictated my every waking movement and action for the 35 years that I have been on this planet. But until the day that they cut out my tongue and chop off both of my arms, dip my eyeballs in acid or poke them out, chop off my legs and every other form of communication I have with the outside world, they will NOT tell me what words I may or may not choose and how it is that I will use them once they have been chosen. If I were speaking something that I felt was important enough, and someone came up and put a gun to my head..telling me to "Shut the f*ck up!" My last words would be..."No. Pull the trigger." I know this...I've been in a very similar situation. I know who I am and I know where I've come from and I KNOW what is valuable in this life and what is not. Life without some degree of freedom is WORTHLESS. Just ask any of the screwdrivers in your toolbox. 031012 ... oldephebe it's all good C peace... still though..could you share with us your knowledge and take on dadaism? unlike Daf i am woefully ignorant of its history and the formal recognition/identifications of its subsequent incarnations..permutations.. later 031015 ... Perplexlypuzzled Excuse my ignorance... I'm a bit lost here and I can't really find an answer that I understand. What exactly is a dadaist? I have read... I am lost. I suppose that is why perplexlypuzzled is such a good name for me. Thanks! 031016 ... Perplexlypuzzled Nevermind.. Looking back and reading what everyone has already said, though I still don't understand, I think I'd rather not have that question answered just yet. :-) 031016 ... Dafremen I'm not sure WHY your apology rings hollow with me christopher. Perhaps it's the way you respond to a passionate, but rational speech by telling me to "calm down" You know what? An apology isn't just a button you press for absolution. If it isn't something that you feel in your heart, you might as well keep the words in your piehole, because "im sorry" sounds the same as "f*ck you, get off of my back" when you don't mean it. Take your judgements, your need to dictate others' speech patterns, writing and habits..roll them in a tight little wad and shove them up yer Heineken and Mocha-Frappe totelin' ego pal. (P.S. I don't mean a word of that, personally...but hopefully you're intelligent enough to recognize your arrogance in a mirror when it addresses you.) 031016 ... d4fR3weN Globbersnocket! 031016 ... oldephebe PdaP did you try googling it? and sure i know wading and sifting through the hay pile google tends to gush is ..not a doable thing at times..hmm.. wish i could break it down..but like i said i've just barely got a remedial familiararity with it..dada haha blabla ...:-) 031017 ... Pinkled Tink dare to not care dare to laugh in the faces of those I hold dear To hold nothing sacred To release all fear And strive for the destruction reason 040229 ... oE PT - very well put. :) 040229 ... Photophobe 'portait of cezanne' by picabia consisted of a toy monkey nailed to a door. 040407 ... ethereal You cannot be dadaist and declare that you are dadaist!! That misses the point of true dadaism! 040407 ... tildan what?! are you serious? then how did the first dadaists have 'dada exhibitions'? I think you're all building it up to be much more that it was. It was reactionary anti-art, and that about all. Its not valid anymore, now that postmodernism has set in. Its meaningless taken out of context. You can't be a reactionary if theres nothing to react to! 040407 ... z before hydra dialect soaring bucketfulls creep near deep sand kittens as fork pencils cry and soap signals grow 040407 ... andru235 oldephebe, without intending, you summed up my thoughts on something unrelated: Shape me, O something real! for this you win a prize. your reward is that i will now take a sip of my soda, and gargle for three seconds. then i will wiggle my pinky, delicately. 050419 ... oldephebe It should been - "...o god shape me into something real.." and gee how did you hear about my eye watering halitosis? I gargle with listerine at least 6 times a day - i'm kidding though. Peace. thanks a barrel of bunyons (sp) ... 050422 ... daf When she dared to try, they hacked off her mind. 071227 ... REAListic optimIST the "fractured pieces of time" piece made my pulse quicken and senses heighten. Thank you, oldephebe. 071228 ... cat anti-art, anti-institution. anti-crap and for crap. dule. dui dupont. /meow/ 071229 what's it to you? who go blather from