FAFA Manifesto, Version 1.86

FAFA ManifestoV1.86

            This world is dead! Yes dead and yet still dying. It needs life shocked violently back into its little limbs a shock so grand in principle that in reality it would at least do something. But first we must understand why. We must understand what caused and is causing this ultimate death. We have to ask the question: How did this pathetic little world die? The answer is in the dictionary, between the words “dad” and “daddy”. Please stop reading and look this up in your household dictionary before continuing, you know, the one you have in that living/dining/ whatever room that puts all of our history and culture into a little book created to create a formula for our world. If you continue reading without executing this operation you will not have the knowledge necessary to continue reading. Now what is between those words… it actually depends on the size of your dictionary for some there is a rather long description of an artistic movement ending before World War Two, for others there is NOTHING. So what am I talking about? What little word which so nicely divides two words of the same object. Why just a simple four letter word comprised of only two letters, DADA, a significantly meaningless expression that kicked this world into the 20th century. So Dada caused this death? NO NO DADA NO. Dada has died, and with it went the rest of the world not controlled by ambiguous significance. What we need is significant ambiguity! Thus it is a call to arms, or legs. FAFA demands a trial by air for those who committed the atrocity of killing DADA. Who killed it then, who is responsible for this blank world of nothing but an impressioned ideal of nothing? You are, I am, the Sam Fox School of yadadadada is, Wash U is, Bush is, Kerry too, so is America and Iraq as well as Russia and Australia, they can’t WTF out of this, Youtube, facebook, New York and especially Paris are. LA is because it is not New York, Hollywood is because it exists, Rowling and Brown are, the T-rex from Jurassic Park and the entire world are, and this computer is.

            So to understand why these people are involved in its death you have to first understand all the students in this world, yes it’s always the students, i.e. you people and me, who look upon                                                                               Fountain

 and see only categories of art, who sometimes can’t even see the                      studented aspects of themselves. We students have this sick blindness of looking upon tangible questions and see only answers. We get so riled up we demand the answers usurp the question and eat the brains of the questioners.                                    So we are still shocked by such question-inducing objects. Shocked enough to attempt to eradicate its existence and assert our answers. R. Mutt would be proud to know that his work still upsets the majority of students. But                                                 R. Mutt’s pride is neither here nor there, the question we need to ask now for the sake of FAFA is this: if these pieces of art/nonartare still so provocative as to bring someone to anger, why did the movement die?

            I say here and now that that doesn’t matter in the least. What matters is the need for a revolution, bring back the porcelain sculptures and nailed heads! I want freedom once again!  DADADADADADADADADA.

            L’art pour l’art, NO MORE, l’art pour le monde! Where the hell is Guernica now? STOP PAINTING THAT DAMN PAINTING OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!!E

            So what can you do to save the world? That’s simple, burn M the institutions calling themselves schools of art, they serve no purpose, they work to continue the traditions that kill us and our future, I’m sick of “reproductive” artists, has production really died? R. Mutt once told me that the reason Dada died is that people are now post-shocked. Well god damn it! You people are stupid for that, I am stupid for that. Ubu has won now hasn’t he; we all followed him into the trap. Well I’m sick of the trap. Everyone grab your knives and stab the dictionaries, free yourselves from contemplation and education. Run naked in the streets and Dada, dada all the way to the next world. Dada the white house, and yellow houses and the blue houses and those houses without colors. Dada the films that only perpetuate film, dada tomorrow and yesterday, dada the moon and Spain. Dada V through W. Dada Dada and FAFA.

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