(in three historic manifestos)
So, if you were not aware, I am given to producing at times what I cannot refer to as art or poetry or music, but rather, Dada — beat generation-like nonsense, collages of found objects, and straight up compulsively obsessive noise put forth for the sake of its self as a means to its own.
It’s possibly easier to give you the crash course in Dada thought with the 1918 manifesto written by Tristan Tzara, a Frenchman living in neutral Zurich during WWI.
After reading this in 2013 for the first time, many aspects of my “meta-modernist” nihilism and new philosophical outlook began to take form — that is, post post-modernism (to be modernist again after modernism and its hope was lost to postmodern despair, but practically in the light of both notions [said to be in oscillation]) — and is somehow very similar [that is, my personal philosophy as it has developed] to what western people think of as a Buddhist idea of duality and acceptance without all the practices of the “Great” way.
So, let me just go ahead and plug a few other manifestos relevant to the paragraph above which is possibly not making sense to you if you have not been already familiar,
Though my ideas are not specifically influenced by this millennial notion of meta-modernism, it is true that my ideas are at the very least occurring as a result of modernist and postmodernist ideas and happening in the same era, same as my own ideas. So, it’s relevant, and I consider it a contribution to the modern day Dadaism I have found peace in, I also brought it up and hopefully it sheds light on what I said above. Otherwise…
Let me simply plug another one; but first let me say, I am not a Buddhist. Like most organized notions of spiritual existence and the order of those who understand it, Buddhism has some neat ideas mixed in with a whole lot of ancient bullshit. How seriously you take it is obviously up to you, but let me affirm again: I am not a Buddhist. Don’t fall into any of the con artistry of these spiritual websites and their holy texts and inspiring quotes. I can’t be responsible for what this leads you to.
Besides, I can’t verily give a fair summation of Buddhism, as I am fairly without knowledge of its many variations and intricacies. And though I find that it’s “ironic” how much I have in common with this poem, I take no interest in otherwise identifying myself with what is already my primary criticism of the work: there is nothing terribly great about this way of thinking. It simply is a way of thinking. Nothing more. But eerily often, it is quite like my own way.
I find it hard to make time to write the things I often wish to write. These days I’m always getting ready for work, you know, which I have to be doing soon and so I can’t continue to where I would go along this train of thought at the moment. So I’ll leave you simply with these notions and how they have intersected within me to form some personal philosophy, which I have only begun to speak of officially here.
The context of my Neon Dadaism will be relevant when I begin to edit and publish the collected bits of graphomanic verse that I write — which, that’s a thing to talk about another day.
But if you must get a hint at what I mean, here is one such verse (or a portion of it) put to the Dadaist noise I spoke of in the first paragraph.
This was released under the pseudonym, fromthefirmament, which is my identity on Soundcloud.
Yeah, I’m going to get to talking about the production of noise soon enough and put some amount of sense to it. I plan to organize and edit and collect written works I have often left unedited — like, the words spoken in the 2billionyears verse. For now, simply behold the madness.