DADA MANIFESTO - TITSIAN TABIDZE

My soul is a torn saddlebag

that brings here Persian with an Enzeli horse

it has enough space to accommodate entire Asian balderdash

and will not pay a tribute to the republic.

There is no similar sound as of a deaf Armenian emptying his stomach

while waiting for an express train across the railway station

you all need an enema, fuck you!!!...

There is Paris behind me…

Champs Elysees…

Horses of Saint Ilia have kidnapped fat Jofrey

Paul Claudel kisses purulent foot of a Chinese woman

and Tristan Tzara plays with a Dada doll.

I am sitting in a square… Tatar with the henna dried hair

rolls the dice (this is also cosmetics and entertainment)

(they say Arabs are astrologers).

One has to be an idiot to write the poems in an old fashioned way

during the times when peasants are taught about electrification

at the place where jackals live and  

when Mikha Tskhakaia is the president.

These are only prostitutes who wait for the dusk on Mtatsminda

there is only one street that has not become red yet

who cares for your delicate poems

pregnant girls laugh their heads off

if you're a poet you have to be cool in every aspect.

October 22, 1923.