You see above the Tristan Tzara poem, ‘To Make a Dadaist Poem’ and I thought I’d have a go, so I followed his instructions to the letter (smirk)
found an article in the Centenary edition of Vogue (London) – I haven’t bought a newspaper for some time – chopped it up – didn’t have a bag around so put the words into a dish
stirred them around – picked them out in small batches – turned them over and transcribed them as I saw them. The result
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may not be art, it may not even be a poem, but who judge judge?