another parable for travelling gates

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After Dada Manifesto (1916, Hugo Ball)

who is this you got with you, the washerwoman will ask.

oh, that's dada

                                        ,

                                     he ll

                                      say

                                                      he will vomit

                                                      petals pink-u pink-a,

                                                      like eternal blisseses.

a cat in zurich meows-

dada. all the other cats

purr & run, & the past

tense of sin will be sun

which shines on the pluplusch

& the pluplubasch when it has been raining.

in some languages, dada means father

or any elder man you don't yet hate.

the rickshawala is dada, dada turn left

at the next turn & then straight. dada,

one kilometer tomato & batata too.

                                                  the world's

                                                        soul

                                                           is

                                                       dada

                                                           is

                                                 the world's

                                                        best

                                               lily-milk soap.

dada is wet with flags. it's a world of the word, afterall.

batatatoos falling from pluplusches like vomit petals.

dada is first place in a public race concerned about

                                                      p

                                                     ed

                                                 estals.

the tailor measures dada with a seven yard cloth.

the truth is, she says, I'm a doctor, she says.

oh, that's wonderful! there's a cat coughing

weirdly in zurich tomorrow.

yeah, it's cured, she stays.

rhank you, all the other cats lick & grind & wallow

in their own shit. please come meow- da da

                                    come

                                    meow

                                         |

                                       da

                                       da

it vomits petals, they purr & run, it is sun.

                              shou l ders

                    arms                        arms                 & there are hands.

                          l                                 l                    there is zurich.

                         e                                 e                   there is tomorrow.

                         g                                 g

                         s                                  s

how long till they meet,

what small distance is plutata too.

breaking news - blue red blue red

                                 now now now now

                                 of an ambulance

                                 taking space in the road -

women with pearls have been attacked by a swarm

of oysters. our correspondent in zurich is crunching

the numbers. in the meanwhile, we bring you a survivor

of the warning, of secondscoming - inside the oyster,

she says it was the king of oysters, inside the king

of oysters there was dada m'dada dada mhm.

by the way, the doctor says, how much can I get for these -

                                                her               hands

                                                            on

                                               the                  table -   with golden coins.

she vomits petals, eturnally blessed.

oh no, she says, that's not that bad

but do I have to

swallow all these petals back?

                                                it's a sacrifice

                                                the king of oyster

                                                                 demands.

they have water guns & they'll shoot the things that fly.

they have water guns & they'll shoot students in corridors.

they have water guns, how about the fires there?

in some language, dada is grandfather. dada, you will have a long

funeral.                      &

                                       ,

                                we      ll

                                   chant                                   dada m'dada dada mhm.

~Ajay
8/1/2020

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