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Iris by Annie
|Nudes Descending Staircase - Marcel Duchamp|
Dada is a new tendency in art. One can tell this from the fact that until now nobody knew anything about it, and tomorrow everyone in Zurich will be talking about it. Dada comes from the dictionary. It is terribly simple. In French it means "hobby horse". In German it means "good-bye", "Get off my back", "Be seeing you sometime". In Romanian: "Yes, indeed, you are right, that's it. But of course, yes, definitely, right". And so forth.
An International word. Just a word, and the word a movement. Very easy to understand. Quite terribly simple. To make of it an artistic tendency must mean that one is anticipating complications. Dada psychology, dada Germany cum indigestion and fog paroxysm, dada literature, dada bourgeoisie, and yourselves, honoured poets, who are always writing with words but never writing the word itself, who are always writing around the actual point. Dada world war without end, dada revolution without beginning, dada, you friends and also-poets, esteemed sirs, manufacturers, and evangelists. Dada Tzara, dada Huelsenbeck, dada m'dada, dada m'dada dada mhm, dada dera dada, dada Hue, dada Tza.
How does one achieve eternal bliss? By saying dada. How does one become famous? By saying dada. With a noble gesture and delicate propriety. Till one goes crazy. Till one loses consciousness. How can one get rid of everything that smacks of journalism, worms, everything nice and right, blinkered, moralistic, europeanised, enervated? By saying dada. Dada is the world soul, dada is the pawnshop. Dada is the world's best lily-milk soap. Dada Mr Rubiner, dada Mr Korrodi. Dada Mr Anastasius Lilienstein. In plain language: the hospitality of the Swiss is something to be profoundly appreciated. And in questions of aesthetics the key is quality.
I shall be reading poems that are meant to dispense with conventional language, no less, and to have done with it. Dada Johann Fuchsgang Goethe. Dada Stendhal. Dada Dalai Lama, Buddha, Bible, and Nietzsche. Dada m'dada. Dada mhm dada da. It's a question of connections, and of loosening them up a bit to start with. I don't want words that other people have invented. All the words are other people's inventions. I want my own stuff, my own rhythm, and vowels and consonants too, matching the rhythm and all my own. If this pulsation is seven yards long, I want words for it that are seven yards long. Mr Schulz's words are only two and a half centimetres long.
It will serve to show how articulated language comes into being. I let the vowels fool around. I let the vowels quite simply occur, as a cat meows . . . Words emerge, shoulders of words, legs, arms, hands of words. Au, oi, uh. One shouldn't let too many words out. A line of poetry is a chance to get rid of all the filth that clings to this accursed language, as if put there by stockbrokers' hands, hands worn smooth by coins. I want the word where it ends and begins. Dada is the heart of words.
Each thing has its word, but the word has become a thing by itself. Why shouldn't I find it? Why can't a tree be called Pluplusch, and Pluplubasch when it has been raining? The word, the word, the word outside your domain, your stuffiness, this laughable impotence, your stupendous smugness, outside all the parrotry of your self-evident limitedness. The word, gentlemen, is a public concern of the first importance.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from theunderworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
I snagged this picture from an amazing collection of photos of Egyptian women in the current protests. It's on a facebook album compiled by Leil-Zahra Mortada.
Could it be any clearer? It's humanity vs. a faceless insectoid force. How inspiring moments like these are when fear is laid down and hope takes hold: hope that there is something better that can be grasped in the hands of people acting together. I hope the people of Egypt are not only able to stay resolute but able to win the hearts of these men dressed as insects, and have them shed their carapaces of repression and violence, and come over to the side of humanity.
Meanwhile on the side of the insects, Republican Weeper, er, Speaker of the House John Boehner said "What we don't want are radical ideologies to take control of a very large and important country in the Middle East."
On his broader political point -- that the U.S. would be better off working with Mubarak rather than discarding the longtime leader -- Boehner was in agreement. "I believe Mr. McCotter [Rep. Thaddeus McCotter (R-MI)] said it exactly right," he said.
"What we don't want are radical ideologies to take control of a very large and important country in the Middle East."
The watercraft is a famous DeSoto-powered hydroplane named Z-Z-Zip. It competed in the American Power Boat Association (APBA) “266” class from 1955 to 1971. It was built by Joe Guess in California and made famous by boat racing legend Sid Street, of Kansas City, Mo.
“It is a most unusual boat – sponsons far forward,” says Jeff Titus, a well-known former racer and a member of the APBA Hall of Champions. Titus was present on December 29, 1958, when Sid Street set the world record for the Kilometer on a narrow canal west of Ft. Lauderdale, Fla. Titus reported that the temperature on the morning of the record run was quite cold. Clay Smith, a legendary engine builder and cam grinder, was the mechanic on the Bobby Sykes-built HEMI that day. “He couldn’t get the cold alcohol fuel to fire,” said Titus, “so he took the plugs out and used a torch to heat them. Then he reinserted the plugs, started the engine and warmed it for the record run.”
Street recorded a 2-way average “at an astonishing speed of 146.945 mph,” said 3-time APBA Unlimited Gold Cup winner and former Z-Z-Zip owner Tom d’Eath, who restored the boat in 2003. Titus said, “The boat was totally airborne on the slick water, sucking mist off the sponsons with only one inch of the prop in the water,” He is still awestruck after all these years.
Street sold Z-Z-Zip and it later raced as Sea Biscuit and then Iroquois Chief, the latter driven by Gordy Reed to a speed of 148 mph, retiring Street’s old 266-class record.
|xx/xx/49||Salton Sea, CA||Paul Sawyer||Belligero II||Ford/Hallett||99.890|
|11/17/50||Salton Sea, CA||Paul Sawyer||Alter Ego F-211||Ford/Hallett||115.045|
|11/09/51||Salton Sea, CA||Paul Sawyer||Alter Ego F-211||Ford/Hallett||120.085|
|11/11/52||Salton Sea, CA||Bob Sykes||Guess Who||Mercury/Guess||121.703|
|12/27/56||Hollywood, FL||Sid Street||Z Z Zip||DeSoto/Guess||132.600|
|12/29/58||Miami, FL||Sid Street||Z Z Zip||DeSoto/Guess||146.945|
|08/26/60||Cape Coral, FL||Claude Barracliff & Bill Jeffries (O) |
Ennie Argence (D)
|Gun Shy F-90||Chevrolet/Jones & Jones||123.593|
|10/14/61||Issaquah, WA||Dixon Vose||Chris III||Chevrolet/Colcock||137.258|
|10/27/63||Norristown, PA||Michael Thomas||Apache||Chevrolet/Lauterbach||138.085|
|10/25/64||Ft. Lauderdale FL||Carl Henderson (O) |
Mike Thomas (D)
|Miss Washington, DC F-999||Chevrolet/Lauterbach||144.835|
|01/31/69||St. Petersburg, FL||Gordie Reed||Iroquois Chief||DeSoto/Guess||148.638|
|10/30/71||Parker, AZ||Fox, Thompson, & Wolf (O) |
Mickey Remund (D)
|Going Thing 16-F||Ford/R. Jones||152.130|
The Ferrari 458 Italia, launched at the IAA Frankfurt Motor Show 2009, is an 8-cylinder two-seater berlinetta with a mid-rear mounted engine, and represents a genuine break with the past in terms of Maranello's previous high-performance sports cars.
“The said interest shall be divided into five equal parts, which shall be apportioned as follows: /- - -/ one part to the person who shall have done the most or the best work for fraternity between nations, the abolition or reduction of standing armies and for the holding and promotion of peace congresses.”
(Excerpt from the will of Alfred Nobel)
Bill Shine, the senior vice president for programming, expressed little concern about the ties. “There are always some sort of, let’s just say, unique relationships that happen when you live in Washington,” he said in a telephone interview. “It’s the culture of that town.” He said Ms. Van Susteren did “not necessarily” have to disclose on television that her husband (John Coale) had worked with Ms. Palin. Source: New York Times article A Host Defends Her Brand, by Brian Stelter, May 24, 2009
"The Tea Party is a dynamic force for good in our national conversation, and it's an honor for me to speak with you." - The Tea Party is a dynamic force for good? - WTF?
"And I believe that America is the indispensable nation of the world." - Huh? - WTF?
"Just the creation of this nation itself was a miracle. Who can say that we won't see a miracle again?" - WTF? I think someone put stupid pills in my coffee, does anyone understand this woman?
Now I could post and pick apart all the incorrect statements in her speech, but WTF this was so much more fun. I will leave it to her fellow Republicans to stand up to her and the other loony tea-party-nutters and take their party back, because I don't think the real American people believe in this tea party crap. Sorry Alice this is America, not Wonderland."We will proclaim liberty throughout the land." - Hear ye! Hear ye! Let Freedom Ring.
"An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind." ~ Buddha
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