// TPdada //
(wie im interview erwähnt)
We didn't create it. We've just found it, given a name (..as it sounds so cool (that was deja vu (and that was digression))). We liked it, it was significantly larger than our individual cages in which we would live our tight, private, little lives. Given a name Dada Birds Society (..as it sounds so cool (that was deja vu (and that was digression or maybe just some monotonous rainy music))) (isn't dada bird a bit too old-fashioned to be avant-garde?) Passionately exploring our dadasein there inside, it was a real relief (from huddling in a cage) - funny feeling when you puncture those big inflated words Content Form Art Concept Manifesto Commentary and so on and so on so on
Discard intentions, discard opinions, discard purposes - so private, so intimate - this turns out to be non-manifesto. Freedom, our strongest desire, is such a fickle tricky thing. Deluded, misguided, we stepped on a way of renouncement, path of dejection.
Dada Birds Society is a cage, significantly larger, but still a cage. It was one step further, plain consequence - our departure. The cage still exists - it's empty. Dada Birds are dissociated.
o-u-t-s-i-d-e: da da da da da - flight goes on - dainty daring dancing daydreaming dazed - it's not about creativity, it's about perception. It's not about art, it's about life. Make it higher, broader, more immense intense, ah-ha!
You see, all those manifestos - they're written down, finished, static excrements - inevitable side effects. We need them, then we don't need them - it's a process. Discard art, discard freedom, discard discarding. Continuous experiment, where will it lead us - nobody knows.
Whoops, I've realized mon faux pas - it should be all singular, not plural - not 'us', just me, me, me!!! Nobody else!!! Singularity - that's where all started.
This is non-manifesto, no audience please, stop reading this NOW
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