Tristan Tzara

(1896 - 1963 / Moineşti / Romania)

Vegetable Swallow - Poem by Tristan Tzara

two smiles meet towards
the child-wheel of my zeal
the bloody baggage of creatures
made flesh in physical legends-lives

the nimble stags storms cloud over
rain falls under the scissors of
the dark hairdresser-furiously
swimming under the clashing arpeggios

in the machine's sap grass
grows around with sharp eyes
here the share of our caresses
dead and departed with the waves

gives itself up to the judgment of time
parted by the meridian of hairs
non strikes in our hands
the spices of human pleasures

Comments about Vegetable Swallow by Tristan Tzara

  • (1/23/2017 4:16:00 PM)

    art with scissors...... (Report)Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (1/23/2017 8:14:00 AM)

    Very interesting poem. Loved it. Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply

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  • Lantz Pierre (1/23/2017 5:11:00 AM)

    What is one to do with any Dada work of anti-art? If we admire it as art than the artist, or in this case the poet, has actually failed. Or have they? From its inception the Dada movement and its output was self-contradictory, self-destructive (as an ideology) and probably self-deluding. Dada informs (in some way) just about every art movement that followed in the modern and post-modern exchange of ideas. In many ways the individual works are far less important than the overarching impulse and philosophical grounding. That said, I like the way this chaotic little Vegetable Swallow is contained in the pleasant human interaction of two smiles that open the poem and is book-ended with a return to that idea with the hands (which generally come in pairs) and the spices of human pleasures. All that happens and is encountered in the mean time is a bit of this and a bit of that, which is a bit like life if you think about. Not all of it is comprehensible or coherent but you can't do much to stop the flow. And hopefully smile and find some appreciation of it all. (Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/23/2017 3:24:00 AM)

    My zeal. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply

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  • Paul Brookes (1/23/2017 2:44:00 AM)

    Sometimes its like reading the dark but if you read the poem out loud it may not or may make sense but its rhythms are certainly beautiful Sometimes maybe things don't have to be spelt out and maybe you'll go mad trying tofigure it out but all in all a beautifully put together peice which I failed to understand but still enjoyed and maybe that's the point (Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (1/23/2017 12:55:00 AM)

    Thanks for sharing..................., , , ......, , (Report)Reply

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  • Susan Williams (11/4/2015 1:59:00 PM)

    I was hoping To Make a Dadist Poen was written in jest. Apparently not. I believe he cut up a book of poetry to create this. I think I'll try this technique. But if awarded with praise, I am fleeing this planet. (Report)Reply

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  • (8/20/2015 10:09:00 AM)

    Dadaism is a semi-surrealistic and semi-humorous way to cause impressions and transmit smiles. The attempts to interpret the verses, of a D. poem, are always imprecise, but the poet provokes through his lines, the mind of the reader to continue pursuing the hidden message! . As an example of Dadaism I propose my poem { - Peppermint Pigs }. It is surreal, metrical and non-political! I llike it! (Report)Reply

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  • (8/5/2008 12:39:00 PM)

    What a barely finite bank of meanings possesses this poem... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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