“What is Dadaism and what does it want in Germany?” (1919)

Dadaism demands: 

1) The international revolutionary union of all creative and intellectual men and women on the basis of radical Communism;

2) The introduction of progressive unemployment through comprehensive mechanization of every field of activity. Only by unemployment does it become possible for the individual to achieve certainty as to the truth of life and finally become accustomed to experience; 

3) The immediate expropriation of property (socialization) and the communal feeding of all; further, the erection of cities of light, and gardens which will belong to society as a whole and prepare man for a state of freedom.

 - The Dadaist revolutionary central council, Berlin 1919
    (Hausmann and Huelsenbeck)

Just kinda thinking about how much of internet culture revolves around accepting or celebrating negative things??

Or things that are just downright offbeat.

On tumblr for one thing, we embrace things that suck. We take photos of our misfortunes and share them. We tell stories about embarrassing moments. That’s pretty standard, but we also address negative issues quite openly. We’ll admit to depression, intrusive thoughts, sadness and guilt in a way that official types of media have trouble touching and we do it sincerely. You’ve probably alreaedy seen a depression meme today. We acknowledge this stuff.

And you’ve got your vintage internet humour like lolcat speak. i can has cheezburger. Originally funny for spurning the conventions of the English language. We’ve refined it and still enjoy similar linguistic oddities. ‘man door hook car door’, ‘boot too big for he gotdamn feet’, ‘tuesday again? no problem’, etc.

I think we’ve all seen internet humour compared to dadaist artistic expression. We actively promote things that defy conventions or sense. Even when it’s from mainstream personalities, we love content that’s nonsensical and maybe a bit creepy. There’s Big Man Tyrone, running a youtube channel for commissioned speeches to camera in accented English, stilted, chortling, and the opposite of what a camera personality ‘should’ be. A complete lack of context often makes things funnier, and they’re often not given any.

Absurdist/surreal humour was popular and on the rise just before the computer age kicked in (Monty Python etc) but even that was down to small groups, having to distribute their content through official channels and in the format of full songs and movies. Then the internet turns up and let everyone participate, generating content in a feedback loop, turning jokes into one-day-wonders.

It’s hardly surprising we like it this way. The internet is anarchist in comparison to how content has been delivered throughout all time preceeding. You had rules. You had to write your content, it had to be memorable and lasting enough to create a cultural impact, you had to have it produced, acted, instrumentalised, and shown through tv or radio on a specific channel at a specific time, otherwise it did not get seen. Now? Make a video, using equipment you already own, on an idea you had that morning, and it could be seen by millions by that night.

I think the kind of things that we find funny are things that openly defy the conventions humour has had to operate under for centuries. Even things that are not funny. We celebrate them. Loss.jpg, for example, was an unfunny subject, badly expressed, the combination of which makes it hilarious. We like that. Harambe’s death? “Nobody in real life will care for longer than a week about a zoo animal being shot,” an adult would say. “Oh yeah?” said the internet, turning him into the new messiah.

Memetic humour prides itself on being convoluted. If you miss the ‘in’ at the start, you’ll be lost, especially a couple of days in. Mainstream content tries to be as open as it can to the widest possible audience, because they need money from the attention. Internet humour does not. if you don’t get it, fuck you. If official media wouldn’t find something funny? It’s funny now. Who needs big budgets when you have MS Paint?

Old animation that was awfully drawn and awfully voiced. Stupid tv ads with ridiculous songs about how great everything is. Using a video game’s character creator to do everything utterly, utterly wrong. We want that bad shit, we want to celebrate the things that went terribly because how can you live pretending everything is great all the time? Nobody’s going to tell us not to like these things. Look at some weirdass animation smears. They’re godawful but necessary for the bigger picture, just like the moments of our lives.

We don’t want scripts, we don’t want big name stars, we don’t want sense. We want gradually more distorted images of Mr Krabs. You know those articles written by people over 50, blaming millenials for their inability to sell us stuff we’ve realised we don’t want or can’t afford? They hate that they can’t control us any more. They can’t predict or influence our habits because we don’t need them. We don’t have to watch their tv or radio channels on a set schedule and consume their bundled marketing. We’re using smartphones to laugh at our friends on snapchat across the world in real time, ignoring them. We’re compiling knowledge bases to learn how to do things for ourselves, not paying others. We’re snubbing elaborately funded, boardroom scripted media because real people are funnier and we don’t need them any more. And if they want to be noticed, they have to speak our language, not the other way around.

An irrelevant, dated song like Never Gonna Give You Up? Now a massive hit for no reason. Bee Movie was so unfunny when taken straight, the funniest thing about it is that people will paste the entire script to others as a punishment. The less sense, the less reasoning behind it, the more we’ll love it. Meticulously photoshop Elsa into several photos of a train station. Edit a song up to form the lyrics “I fuckin love bees” instead. Why? Because fuck you.

Being able to create our own media and share it with no restrictions, no gatekeeping, just pushing things through popularity, has resulted in types of globe-spanning humour that defy everything you’re ‘supposed’ to do. Surely there is an anti-millential thinkpiece out there about how they find nonsense funny and Why Won’t They Support My ‘Real’ Jokes

A fabric tears under your hand, you say yes, to a life that strives upward by negation . Yes-saying, no-saying: the gigantic hocuspocus of existence fires the nerves of the true Dadaist– there he is, relining, hunting, cycling– half Pantagruel, half St. Francis, laughing and laughing. Blast the bloodless abstraction of Expresionism! Blast the literay hollowheads and their theories for improving the world. For Dadaism in word and image, for all Dada things that go on in the world. To be against this manifesto is to be a Dadaist
—  Richard Huelsenbeck, from the fist manifesto of Club Dada, read aloud at the Great Dada Soire of Berlin in April 1918.

168-Jugend 1926-Heielberg University Library by Michael

Christian Schad (August 21, 1894 – February 25, 1982) was a German painter associated with Dada and the New Objectivity movement. Considered as a group, Schad’s portraits form an extraordinary record of life in Vienna and Berlin in the years following World War I.


i feel like this one thing could be the subject of an entire modern/contemporary art analysis paper. between the non-sequitur approach to a very familiar holiday setting and traditions and the surreal, collage-like effect of the carefully placed random panels and textures, this is just ripe for examination of why it should be collected into a dadaist zine, or at least displayed in a fine arts museum alongside renaissance masters.

im sure there are people out there who would say it belongs in a contemporary art museum since it’s clearly a product of 2000s-era postmodernism, but i daresay that the juxtaposition of seemingly crude and unpracticed sequential art (a mostly modern thing) next to works that we can tell took a painstaking amount of time and brushstrokes to complete would make its effect all the more clear.

after all, if sweet bro and hella jeff was created with 3+ alternating layers of irony and anti-irony, then it should take nothing less than the finest of the fine art paintings to properly convey that to the viewing audience.

anonymous asked:

The trump statues were erected by an artist collaborative as protest art to trump using childish, sexual language as part of the neo dadaist absurdist tradition. If they are offensive, it shouldn't be to you. But to offend is part of modern art

The thing is that, even if it’s modern art that is supposed to offend, as part of its job… It’s still doing a bad job. It’s still “bad art”.

Because even if that’s the case, it’s clearly trying to offend Trump, as you say, and not me, not all these other innocent groups of people. But it’s missing, and hitting others.

(I don’t know how Trump actually feels about the statues; it could be hitting him as well as a LOT of other people. As people have pointed out, he seems to have pretty fragile masculinity. On the other hand, his ghostwriter has written extensively about how very much Trump is driven by the need for attention, any attention, and doesn’t care whether it’s positive or negative.

But like. If you build a catapult, and it hits the target but shrapnel splatters across a one-mile radius, you have not done what you set out to do.)

In grade 10 art class we randomly got assigned an artist and we were supposed to study them and make a piece in their style or based off of their style. I got George Grosz. So I studied him and Dadaism.

I think it had quite the influence on my politics; before then I was I guess merely some frustrated liberal that had only read Malcolm X when it came to anything radical politically. The Dadaist’s resentment of WWI was eye opening, for it came from more than simple pacifism but rather from nihilistic or socialist and anarchist views mixed with a disgust of the bourgeoisie and their art.

A year later in my grade 11 social studies class we had a mock federal election in class. Before the vote I looked into the major parties, found the social democrats better than the liberals and conservatives, but then dug deeper into socialism, communism, Marxism, anarchism, etc. I consider that the year I realised I was a socialist, albeit with a lot to learn (still do seven years later). Reading Malcolm X and researching Grosz and Dadaism undoubtedly helped me get to that point, though.

my original joke was gonna be to block out the word single and replace it with single but in comic sans but idk if everyone’s seen the original to know tht thats what it originally said and my post-post-ironic dadaist joke may go unappreciated

DaDaist interpretive jazz

i enter the diner at midday shrieking. after 5 minutes the shrieking ends to be replaced with the sound of incessant rubber ducky squeaking matching up with the beat of me smashing a saxophone over the waiter’s head. there is no music. everyone looks on as i kill him brutally with a 10lb ruined bronze club that used to be a woodwind instrument. i continue on until his head looks more like a blended pomegranate that anything that could have possibly resembled any part of the human body

You’d think my involvement with the Sisters would make me less Catholic, not more. But no, although I am embracing it with more playfulness, openness, and joyousness than I did as a wee one. Maybe it’s time to check out the Jesuits. I’m still a Dadaist tho.