Tristan Tzara

(1896 - 1963 / Moineşti / Romania)

Tristan Tzara
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Tristan Tzara (born Samuel or Samy Rosenstock, also known as S. Samyro; April 16 1896–December 25, 1963) was a Romanian and French avant-garde poet, essayist and performance artist. Also active as a journalist, playwright, literary and art critic, composer and film director, he was known best for being one of the founders and central figures of the anti-establishment Dada movement. Under the influence of Adrian Maniu, the adolescent Tzara became interested in Symbolism and co-founded the magazine Simbolul with Ion Vinea (with whom he also wrote experimental poetry) and painter Marcel Janco. During World War I, after briefly collaborating on Vinea's Chemarea, he joined Janco in Switzerland. ... more »

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  • ''Thought is made in the mouth.''
    Tristan Tzara (1896-1963), Rumanian-born French Dada theorist. repr. In The Dada Painters and Poets, ed. Robert Motherwell (1951). "Dada Manifesto on ...
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  • William Greco William Greco (4/27/2016 6:58:00 AM)

    so few poems.. This genius needs to be more recognized!

  • Austin Fernando (10/22/2013 12:16:00 PM)

    (icniv ad odranoel ekil etirw yllutca nac i.s.p) suoisneterp ylbarebnu eb dluow ti yortsed ot tnaem t'nerew ti fi elbirret daer reve i parc fo eceip tsrow eht si siht

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Best Poem of Tristan Tzara

Vegetable Swallow

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

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