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#dadaistpoem

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Of Bookish Things

The #Dadaist Town Crier proclaims:

Hear Yes! Hear No!
Hear Yea! Yeah Yeah!
Howls the deal -
The philosophy of the library
there are no virgin honey penguins
found in the bathroom -
they rise and vanish, an oblivious ghost,
shadows of life, whose very souls lost,
When the inmate stirs, the birds retire discreetly
From the window-ledge, whereon they whistled sweetly

#TownCrierASongOrPoem
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YouTubeTristan Tzara sings The Song of a Dadaist (1920)By Manufacturing Intellect
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Of Bookish Things

Doi Ri-Played Words
So
"Ri-Played Re"

It's inevitable,
They see Voodoo.

Says -
It's like "Wee Wee Wee WOO_WAHI!!".

I told myself I forgot to get changed.
I sing and play Ah'hippo and Dor'oieoz -
I think it's at home.

Forget about the porridge and the genuflection -
It's okay.

I was laughing and people were laughing too.
I forgot about Voodoo.

I've met famous people who practice dogwood dancing -
I don't blame myself for forgetting my homework. That's a meatball soliloquy.

But Ark blimp boo-boo is interested in good deadwood -
I call it Vampire Voot-doors and a groat.

I forgot the most important thing -
I stole it and talked to a nice person.
It was heart-breakingly amazing -
Like a good port!

A grifter's hand is an empty glove - holes in the air lead to empty words and broken ashtrays full of hyperbole
oatmeal.
BYE!
BYE!
While Quantities LAST!!

#DadaistPoem #DadaistPoetry
#Poetry #DadaistTranslations #AbsurdistPoetry #Absurdist

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Of Bookish Things

Sunscreen and all those tomato-like bits on your water heater start to damage your patio and protect your air and shoes. Buttercup wouldn't be as good without her. Ante is back. Thanks to robots and cute things, a new shoe has been created called Ve Pom. Something like melted ice slid through space and touched the robot and its equipment. By blocking sunlight, pancakes and crowbars didn't know he was back - it was Missouri. The ego can't find any evidence that it was. Snow blew down a deserted graveyard lane, 100 miles west of the wind – a road between nothing, Zero light behind it, like sunscreen in a city or shop set to Earth and Warm Skin filter - something circular and turquoise that's going to get messed up, “Free thinking -Stop it, while quantities last”. This is a small cake in a dusty hole full of satire and silk lavender gloves from Labrador.

In the brez ini
these spro ini
A v ine

- From, Chapter Fnord23, Heaters and Other Appliances
(this book belongs to the fire department)

#DadaistPoem #ProsePoem
#DadaistPoetry #Poetry
#Poem #PulpCoverArt
#MagazineCover #PulpArt
#CoverIllustraion #Fnord #Fnord23
#PulpMagazine #Art

Saucy Stories magazine cover, August 1, 1922 ~ 20 cents - Illustration of three young women in flapper style.
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Of Bookish Things

Biochemistry has a generation of devils who want to tempt translators. Like all whale skin, Eggs and Potatoes teaches about the Devil and the Potash Temple Rug. All whales reproduce using wage theft and comet tails. The whale who threw away all its eggs is a big bird with an avocado. Dug kegs in the Herbal Sequence Shop - Herbs fall in the rain of tranquility dreams as an acorn switched on a patronized fruit

#DadaistPoem #ProsePoem
#DadaistPoetry #Poetry
#Poem #PulpCoverArt
#MagazineCover #PulpArt
#PulpHeroes #CoverIllustraion
#PulpMagazine #Art #DadaistDetective

Cover of The Shadow Magazine, Jan-1933 - the cover art is a green curtain with the silhouette of The Shadow. The curtain is partially open, revealing a skeleton reaching out of the silhouette. Story title: The Creeping Death
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