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From german dadaist crusader  and all around snob, Richard, here’s is a DADA POEM!
The End of the World 
The cows sit on the telegraph poles and play chessThe cockatoo under the skirts of the Spanish dancerSings as sadly as a headquaters bugler and the cannon lament all dayThat is the lavender landscape Herr Mayer was talking aboutwhen he lost his eyeOnly the fire department can drive the nightmare from the drawing-room but all the hoses are brokenAh yes Sonya they all take the celluloid doll for a changelingand shout: God save the KingThe whole Monist Club is gathered on the steamship MeyerbeerBut only the pilot has any conception of high CI pull the anatomical atlas out of my toea serious study beginsHave you seen the fish that have been standing in front of theopera in cutawaysfor the last two days and nights…?Ah ah ye great devils – ah ah ye keepers of bees and commandmentsWith a bow wow wow with a bow woe woe who does today not knowwhat our Father Homer wroteI hold peace and war in my toga but I’ll take a cherry flipToday nobody knows whether he was tomorrowThey beat time with a coffin lidIf somebody had the nerve to rip the tail feathersout of the trolley car it’s a great ageThe professors of zoology gather in the meadowsWith the palms of their hands they turn back the rainbowsthe great magician sets the tomatoes on his foreheadAgain thou hauntest castle and groundsThe roebuck whistles the stallion bounds(And this is how the world is this is all that’s ahead of us).
           
        - Richard Huelsenbeck


Foto: Andy Alcala : Facepaint of “Proun” by El Lissitzky

From german dadaist crusader  and all around snob, Richard, here’s is a DADA POEM!

The End of the World
 
The cows sit on the telegraph poles and play chess
The cockatoo under the skirts of the Spanish dancer
Sings as sadly as a headquaters bugler and the cannon lament all day
That is the lavender landscape Herr Mayer was talking about
when he lost his eye
Only the fire department can drive the nightmare from the drawing-
room but all the hoses are broken
Ah yes Sonya they all take the celluloid doll for a changeling
and shout: God save the King
The whole Monist Club is gathered on the steamship Meyerbeer
But only the pilot has any conception of high C
I pull the anatomical atlas out of my toe
a serious study begins
Have you seen the fish that have been standing in front of the
opera in cutaways
for the last two days and nights…?
Ah ah ye great devils – ah ah ye keepers of bees and commandments
With a bow wow wow with a bow woe woe who does today not know
what our Father Homer wrote
I hold peace and war in my toga but I’ll take a cherry flip
Today nobody knows whether he was tomorrow
They beat time with a coffin lid
If somebody had the nerve to rip the tail feathers
out of the trolley car it’s a great age
The professors of zoology gather in the meadows
With the palms of their hands they turn back the rainbows
the great magician sets the tomatoes on his forehead
Again thou hauntest castle and grounds
The roebuck whistles the stallion bounds
(And this is how the world is this is all that’s ahead of us).
           
        - Richard Huelsenbeck


Foto: Andy Alcala Facepaint of “Proun” by El Lissitzky
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