Yes, at long last– the tenth anniversary of dada koans. Exhausted by this morning’s round of radio and TV interviews. Same questions: How old are you? Did you know Tristan Tzara? Why the name ‘dada koan’? Did you foresee the day you’d reach Ten DK? Hey, would they care how old I was if I was a guy. But that’s okay. Never met Tristan so I tell a story about Dali’s sex jacket and 55 dead flies in 55 shot glasses and they seem satisfied.
Back from Michael’s craft store. Ribbons and crepe paper, balloons, plastic animals (those are pretty expensive actually), and stick-on letters that read “DK: Number Ten!”
Difficult to scrape a small hole in the glass but managed and am now shot-gunning a bottle of Barefoot Bubbly Brut.
Why not celebrate DK Tenth your way by making your own dada koan poem? Scissor out words and phrases from Trader Joe’s newsletters, political flyers, and diet pill ads. Hide them in a Whitman’s Sampler box labeled “Surrealism”. Pull out a maximum of ten word slips. Rearrange, squeeze some Elmer’s glue onto loud-colored paper and presto. A dada koan for the ages. (Presto! is also the name of Penn Jillette’s weight-loss book where he recommends eating potatoes with no butter. He lost a hundred pounds.)
Here’s the above #2 pencil yellow poem in b&w.
as discombobulated as a fresh-
football or life in general
lumped in with the muck
found in a Louisiana bayou
Well, there it is. A certain flooberty* state of mind explained. Thanks for stopping by. Keep drinking fluids and buying books and avoiding those mosquitoes.
Unrelated Addendum #1: “Why do people always try to tell you that life gets better? Like life has a bad cold.”– Kelly Link, Get In Trouble, short stories.
Unrelated Addendum #2: First Shake, Rattle, and Read on Broadway goes. Now Bookworks on Clark Street will close in the fall. No more bookstores can close in Chicago! Jeez. Ronda and Bob of Bookworks are so smart, friendly, and kind. If it weren’t for Ronda– I doubt I’d ever have read the amazing Jose Saramago. A beautiful, soothing atmosphere and chock-full of treasures. I’ll miss them and their bookstore like crazy. It was sanctuary.
*the term “flooberty” was coined by Hermione Slugfish in the late 1970’s. Noun that means fuzzy-headed-ness. Her (copyright 1982) “Feeling Flooberty” T-shirt is no longer in stock.