Art Manifestos, Quotes, Philosophies

[Poesia [ ] T]

he 1st DADA Manifesto:

By Monsieur Antipyrine.

 

DADA is our intensity: it erects inconsequential bayonets and the Sumatral head of German babies; Dada is life with neither bedroom slippers nor parallels; it is against and for unity and definately against the future; we are wise enough to know that our brains are going to become flabby cushions, that our anti-dogmatism is as exclusive as a civil servant, and that we cry liberty but are not free; a severe necessity with entire discipline nor morals and that we spit on humanity.

 

DADA remains within the framework of European weaknesses, it's still shit, but from now on we want to shit in different colours so as to adorn the zoo of art with all the flags of all the consulates.

 

We are circus ringmasters and we can be found whistling amongst the winds of fairgrounds, in convents, prostitutions, theatres, realities, feelings, restaurants, ohoho, bang bang.

 

We declare that the motor car is a feeling that has cosseted us quite enough in the dilatoriness of its abstractions, as have transatlantic liners, noises and ideas. And while we put on a show of being facile, we are actually searching for the central essence of things, and are pleased if we can hide it; we have no wish to count the windows of the marvellous elite, for DADA doesn't exist for anyone, and we want everyone to understand this. This is Dada's balcony, I assure you. From there you can hear all the military marches, and come down cleaving the air like a seraph landing in a public baths to piss and understand the parable.

 

DADA is neither madness, nor wisdom, nor irony, look at me, dear bourgeois.

 

Art used to be a game of nuts in May, children would go gathering words that had a final ring, then they would exude, shout out the verse, and dress it up in dolls' bootees, and the verse became a queen in order to die a little, and the queen became a sardine, and the children ran hither and yon, unseen... Then came the great ambassadors of feeling, who yelled historically in chorus:

 

Psychology Psychology hee hee

 

Science Science Science

 

Long live France

 

We are not naive

 

We are successive

 

We are exclusive

 

We are not simpletons

 

and we are perfectly capable of an intelligent discussion.

 

Be we, DADA, don't agree with them, for art isn't serious, I assure you, and if we reveal the crime so as to show that we are learned denunciators, it's to please you, dear audience, I assure you, and I adore you.

 

The 2nd DADA Manifesto:

By Tristan Tzara, 1918.

 

"The magic of a word - DADA - which for journalists has opened the door to an unforeseen world, has for us not the slightest importance."

 

To launch a manifesto you have to want: A.B. & C., and fulminate against 1, 2, & 3, work yourself up and sharpen your wings to conquer and circulate lower and upper case As, Bs & Cs, sign, shout, swear, organise prose into a form that is absolutely and irrefutably obvious, prove its ne plus ultra and maintain that novelty resembles life in the same way as the latest apparition of a harlot proves the essence of God. His existence had already been proved by the accordion, the landscape and soft words. * To impose one's A.B.C. is only natural - and therefore regrettable. Everyone does it in the form of a crystalbluff-madonna, or a monetary system, or pharmaceutical preparations, a naked leg being the invitation to an ardent and sterile Spring. The love of novelty is a pleasant sort of cross, it's evidence of a naive don't-give-a-damn attitude, a passing, positive, sign without rhyme or reason. But this need is out of date, too. By giving art the impetus of supreme simplicity - novelty - we are being human and true in relation to innocent pleasures; impulsive and vibrant in order to crucify boredom. At the lighted crossroads, alert, attentive, lying in wait for years, in the forest. * I am writing a manifesto and there's nothing I want, and yet I'm saying certain things, and in principle I am against manifestos, as I am against principles (quantifying measures of the moral value of every phrase - too easy; approximation was invested by the impressionists). *

 

I'm writing this manifesto to show that you can perform contrary actions at the same time, in one single, fresh breath; I am against action; as for continual contradiction, and affirmation too, I am neither for nor against them, and I won't explain myself because I hate common sense.

 

DADA - this is a word that throws up ideas so that they can be shot down; every bourgeois is a little playwright, who invents different subjects and who, instead of situating suitable characters on the level of his own intelligence, like chrysalises on chairs, tries to find causes or objects (according to whichever psychoanalytic method he practices) to give weight to his plot, a talking and self-defining story. *

 

Every spectator is a plotter, if he tries to explain a word (to know!) From his padded refuge of serpentine complications, he allows his instincts to be manipulated. Whence the sorrows of conjugal life.

 

To be plain: The amusement of redbellies in the mills of empty skulls.

 

DADA DOES NOT MEAN ANYTHING

 

If we consider it futile, and if we don't waste our time over a word that doesn't mean anything... The first thought that comes to these minds is of a bacteriological order: at least to discover its etymological, historical or psychological meaning. We read in the papers that the negroes of the Kroo race call the tail of a sacred cow: DADA. A cube, and a mother, in a certain region of Italy, are called: DADA. The word for a hobby horse, a children's nurse, a double affirmative in Russian and Romanian, is also: DADA. Some learned journalists see it as an art for babies, other Jesuscallingthelittlechildrenuntohim saints see it as a return to an unemotional and noisy primitivism - noise and monotonous. A sensitivity cannot be built on the basis of a word; every sort of construction converges into a boring sort of perfection, a stagnant idea of a golden swamp, a relative human product. A work of art shouldn't be beauty per se, because it is dead; neither gay nor sad, neither light nor dark; it is to rejoice or maltreat individualities to serve them up the cakes of sainted haloes or the sweat of a meandering chase through the atmosphere. A work of art is never beautiful, by decree, objectively, for everyone. Criticism is, therefore, useless; it only exists subjectively, for every individual, and without the slightest general characteristic. Do people imagine they have found the psychic basis common to all humanity? The attempt of Jesus, and the Bible, conceal, under their ample, benevolent wings: shit, animals and days. How can anyone hope to order the chaos that constitutes that infinite, formless variation: man? The principle: "Love thy neighbour" is hypocrisy. "Know thyself" is utopian, but more acceptable because it includes malice. No pity. After the carnage we are left with the hope of a purified humanity. I always speak about myself because I don't want to convince, and I have no right to drag others in my wake, I'm not compelling anyone to follow me, because everyone makes his art in his own way, if he knows anything about the joy that rises like an arrow up to the astral strata, or that which descends into the mines stewn with the flowers of corpses and fertile spasms. Stalactites: look everywhere for them, in creches magnified by pain, eyes as white as angels' hares. Thus DADA was born1 , out of a need for independence, out of mistrust for the community. People who join us keep their freedom. We don't accept any theories. We've had enough of the cubist and futurist academies: laboratories of formal ideas. Do we make art in order to earn money and keep the dear bourgeoisie happy? Rhymes have the smack of money, and inflexion slides along the line of the stomach in profile. Every group of artists has ended up at this bank, straddling various comets. Leaving the door open to the possibility of wallowing in comfort and food.

[the.crooked]

Dada was mad overrated.

 

I have the same issues with dada that I have with pop art in general.

 

To make art to expose the pointlessness of art is retarded.

 

To make art in light of its pointlessness is important.

[Mercer]

I don't know much about art appreciation or history but saw a Dada exhibition in Moma.

From the paintings and works displayed and my own interpretation of them, I felt it was an important movement in art.

 

Good looks on the manifesto.

[King Of Hell]

I don't know that Dada "was" mad overrated. In context, at the time, it made sense, and made the point that it needed to make. But, you can't really do it now with the same "umph" behind it. Now it's just a shadow gesture twards something you admire. I think that's the case in a lot of movements, and I think that is also 100% fine as long as it's stated as such, but thats the rub. People don't want to be seen as a follower of a style instead of an innovator.

[the.crooked]

Yeah, i agree with the point about it being appreciated in Context.

 

 

It is just something that I can't do now.

 

 

It is like reading philosophy of people predicting how the world was gonna be now when they are right. It feels more like being yelled at about something you already know than learning something important about the world around you.

 

 

I appreciate Dada for what it was and what it did, but at this point I don't really have much thoughts on it other than... ok.

[Poesia [ ] T]

Exploration of art as a commodity

 

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8095299740619441345

[trainrek]

not sure if this quote belongs, but...

in an interview with Salvidor Dali, he once said, " surrealism is beating a blind man with his own cane."

[Poesia [ ] T]

An event devoted to the exploration of the applications of electronic systems in cultural and artistic fields

 

http://www.cstem.it/artists_e.php

[the district]

that last link is intresting poesia.Earlier this year i was learning about the future of highschool and buisness how due to computers alot of buildings will become vacant and high school will be eventually moved to the home, saving hundreds of millions of dollars.We are at a time when college degrees can be learned on the internet for free...

 

This got me into thinking about computer generated art and how a computer program will eventually be written to figure out what is the most aesthetically pleasing to the majority of the populous.

This could be used for buisness logos as well as advertising.I wouldnt be suprised if these programs have already been in the beginning stages of being created.

 

This program can also used for handwriting and to find the best possible cursive style that would create the best overall personality.(to also discuss handwriting analysis affecting personality)

[keeping secrets]

I want to agree with you. That shits scary and possibly true but.. I dont think computers will ever be allowed that far. How many different movies, books and other random sources have predicted some sort of computer takeover. We would or will draw the line.

[Mercer]

The human brain took millions of years to evolve from a simple organisms nervous system with very few commands. Even with millions of years behind the human brain design less than 0.01 percent of the population at any given time is creative enough to come up with something different enough to be concidered totally original. Even being able to make something original, even fewer make artwork good enough to be pleasing enough to the enough of the population to be called good artwork.

 

I understand that technology's advances are not linear and grows by doubling in shorter and shorter time frames. Understanding its potential for advancement I still think the day computers will be creative enough to develop good artwork, music, or movies will take at least another hundred million years.

[tabloid-]

Interesting subject. Ai creating art. It's a strange concept. Great art has always stemmed from a reaction to the society. ( Goya, Picaso, Warhol...) Artificial Intelegence would have to become aware, not only of self, but of a subconcious. Can ego be learned?

[keeping secrets]

Im sure it can be simulated.

[keeping secrets]

But i highly doubt it could ever be "learned". Thats impossible i think and even if it could.. I dont think it could be taught. If you get what i mean..

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[geomat]

Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.

Pablo Picasso

 

although there is great debate about something called 'singularity'

 

A guy named Good said in 65 (wiki) : Let an ultraintelligent machine be defined as a machine that can far surpass all the intellectual activities of any man however clever. Since the design of machines is one of these intellectual activities, an ultraintelligent machine could design even better machines; there would then unquestionably be an ‘intelligence explosion,’ and the intelligence of man would be left far behind. Thus the first ultraintelligent machine is the last invention that man need ever make.

 

would it paint well?

 

pablo also said that No, painting is not made to decorate apartments. It's an offensive and defensive weapon against the enemy. and The people who make art their business are mostly imposters.

 

and

 

The urge to destroy is also a creative urge