I impulsively picked this book up when I was bored in a strange town a couple of years ago. My love of Merzbow had given me a slight insight into Dada, and I thought, wtf?
Kaboing! Je me suive! I adore this Art. I love these crazy people. How dare they react this way? Who the fuck do they think they are? Hahahahaha....
And really, my present tense is not accidental. Dada lives. It's not just a 1917 thing. Goddammit I adore this book, and the whole new world that it opened up to me.
Let's talk Dada. What does it mean to you?