Not the old, not the new, but the necessary.
Dada is not modern at all, it is rather a return to a quasi-Buddhist religion of indifference. Dada puts an artificial sweetness onto things, a snow of butterflies coming out of a conjurer's skull. Dada is stillness and does not understand the passions.
Always destroy what is in you.
Let us try for once not to be right.
Everyone dances to his own personal boomboom.
The summit sings what is being spoken in the depths.