A pleasant surprise: a woman with a cat in a transparent backpack roamed quietly through the old town. Tristan Tzara would have drooped with envy: it is an amazing dadaist gadget! And the poet will share again agglomerations of obscure images, nonsense syllables, outrageous juxtapositions, ellipses, and inscrutable maxims… the primal seat of creativity, the point where the naked word reveals the naked truth about the world. Maybe then Marcel Duchamp would have signed it, too. The cello with wheels and the man with the invisible leg are the usual: many want to see what’s behind the Dada’s door*.
(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic