And so Dada was born of a need for independence, of a distrust toward unity. Those who are with us preserve their freedom. We recognize no theory. We have enough cubist and futurist academies: laboratories of formal ideas. Is the aim of art to make money and cajole the nice nice bourgeois? Rhymes ring with the assonance of the currencies and the inflexion slips along the line of the belly in profile. All groups of artists have arrived at this trust company utter riding their steeds on various comets. While the door remains open to the possibility of wallowing in cushions and good things to eat.
visual poetic prompt
L'astronome allemand lâchant un fameux canard, from La Comète de 1857, published in Le Charivari, March 17, 1857 by Honoré Daumier. Courtesy of Edwin De T. Bechtel, 1954 via The Met