Tristan Tzara, dada's papa,
Wrote that, if one can understand a piece
Of art, it is nothing but the product
Of journalism. I agree in ways piling up,
Wanting art to look good, sound good,
Or fly well; not necessairily be understandable.
I fell into a wishing-well when I was twelve,
And never got rescued.
So I did not marry and become a philosopher
Like Socrates - I am not enamored by young boys, either.
But to become a poet is not
A challenge, but a deep pit of cold mud.
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