Tristan Tzara

(1896 - 1963 / Moineşti / Romania)

Proclamation Without Pretension - Poem 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


Hypodrome of immortal guarantees: there is
no such thing as importance there is no transparence
or appearance

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 is a PRETENSION warmed by the
TIMIDITY of the urinary basin, the hysteria born

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-

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

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


It is not for the sawed-off imps
who still worship their navel

Comments about Proclamation Without Pretension by Tristan Tzara

  • Rookie - 14 Points Sue Ann Simar (4/13/2009 10:59:00 PM)

    I would call this 'Proclamation without Pretension or Poetry.' I hate to sound like LP, but there is really no sound to this, and it's very didactic.
    There's no attachment to show who translated this so it can only be judged as a translation, and in my book, that is always judged as a second poem and a collaboration between poet and translator.
    The lines I liked best were:
    'UNIQUE we are a seal of NOTHING
    We affirm the VITALITY of every IN-
    .SAS. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 22 Points Gregory Collins (6/18/2008 2:21:00 PM)

    i am mixed up amoung the crowd again on this one, the sky has just stepped on my toes from a star (Report) Reply

  • Rookie RoJa Mitchell (3/19/2006 9:28:00 PM)

    this i like........... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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