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All this solid melt in the air.

To put out a manifesto, you must want: ABC, to fulminate against 1, 2, 3.

To fly into a rage and sharpen your wings to conquer and disseminate little abcs and big abcs, to sign, shout, swear, to prove your non plus ultra, to organise prose into a form of absolute and irrefutable evidence.

I am against action; I am for continuous contradiction, for affirmation too, I am neither for nor against and I do not explain because I hate common sense.

I am writing a manifesto because I have nothing to say. I speak only of myself since I do not wish to convince, I have no right to drag others into my river,I oblige no one to follow me and everybody practices his art in his own way, if be knows the joy that rises like arrows to the astral layers, or that other joy that goes down into the mines of corpse-flowers and fertile spasms.

Does anyone think he has found a psychic base common to all mankind? How can one expect to put order into the chaos that constitutes that infinite and shapeless variation: man?

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_{- by "Manifesto", Julian Rosefeldt ; Original by Tzara, "Dada Manifesto 1918".}