Cryptal
DADA # I (pastiche by /cual @ January 2007) *
the
cakes of sainted haloes
or
the sweat of Heraclius
a
meandering chase through the atmosphere…
did not admit that the
lapsi
The
attempt of Jesus and the Bible,
could do penance for their sins.
conceal,
under their ample,
benevolent
wings:
But Eusebius taught shit,
that these unhappy animals ones,
and
days…After the carnage
should weep for their faults.
we
are left with the hope of a purified humanity…
Joy
rises like an arrow up to the astral strata,
From the passionate
rage of the people,
or
descends into the mines
strewn
with the flowers of corpses…
Look
everywhere for stalactites,
divided into two
factions,
in
crèches magnified by pain,
eyes
as white as angels’ hairs…
came seditions,
slaughters,
All
flowers aren’t saints,…
and
what is divine in us
war, discord, strife
is
the awakening of anti-human action…
till suddenly the
tyrant Maxentius
Is
the kitchen of grace,
our
white, lithe
or
fleshy girl cousins…
banished both.
Being
governed by morals and logic
The Pontiff,
has
made us impassive towards policemen
who stood for pledges of peace
–the
cause of slavery–
bore exile serenely,
putrid
rats
awaiting divine
judgement
who
have infected the corridors
and left the world
of
clear and clean glass…
and earthly life
on the Sicilian shores.
*
Quoted from Tristan Tzara – “DADA Manifesto” published in
391, March 23rd, 1918. Zurich.
All
text in italics is from a poem by Saint Damascus (366 – 384 A.D.)
in honour of Pope Eusebius, martyred in 310 A.D., from a crypt in the
Roman catacombs. Translated from the Greek by Istituto Salesiano San
Callisto, Rome.