Proclamation Without Pretension

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