The First Celestial Adventure of Mr. Antipyrine, Fire Extinguisher

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In a comment on yesterday's post, my friend Virginia suggested that I am a weirdo magnet. I shall wear the title proudly. Cieldequimper wondered if this performance was, in fact, bizarre. Therefore, here's some more of the performance of Tristan Tzarda's lengthy Dada poem. Someone in this community has to serve the weirdos. Might as well be me. And speaking of weirdos, who calls their kid Tristan, even a century of more ago? Did he have a sister named Isolde?

It was disappointing that I couldn't find the text of the work online. There are reference to a number of performances of the work and a video of the whole thing on YouTube - see the link in yesterday's post to Part 1 of 4. There will be one more post about this tomorrow, then the Thursday Arch Series, then New Year's Day and the CDPB theme if I get around to it, then 2010 lying open before us.

'Twas The Night After Christmas

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What? You weren't good all year? It's not just that Santa won't leave goodies. After a brief rest from his delivery duties, there's a story that Santa makes a second round, wielding a purple pick axe in retribution to the bad.

Well, nah, I just made that up. This is something from Artica. Santa here and a companion in a florescent-colored mask were reciting and acting out a long 1916 Dadaist poem, The First Celestial Adventure of Mr. Antipyrine, Fire Extinguisher by Tristan Tzara. It was pretty bleeping bizarre. I think I'll work in a bit more of this.