Who’s your dada?

For the down-low on Dadaism, get the wikipedia notes here.

This experimental ‘antiverse’ uses selected phrases from spam comments garnered from my foodblog.

Amison walked exactness
Kleenex sticking
tanned arm
his man
Belle began
her tongue
fed animals
Kill one knife sheath
very still
Harry who
chills down
tonight gone off
very basement
your neck and bunnies
dark cord that eyes flicked
his smile noise grew and stared
told her you inside
but ignorance slid
Popeye imitation
slip house and were clay
crouched imps beware
neighbors breathing
slit eyes was hoping
religious experience
everything became water
ghoul began
cold waves
Damn quiet

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I am a writer and photographer (look up my work on www.shootcake.com) based in Johannesburg, South Africa. I have an MA in Creative Writing from the university currently known as Rhodes. My writing accolades include winning the 2014 Writivism Short Story Prize and the 2020 Ingrid Jonker Poetry Prize for my debut collection, Zikr.

6 thoughts on “Who’s your dada?”

  1. i remember we, as in the Vuvus played a very similar game in Mpumalanga. One person had to write a phrase, fold the page so that it is not visible then passed onto the next person to write another phrase and so on. whereupon the last person reads the entire paragraph once they have written their sentence. such fun!

    PS: Only a group of journos/writers would so enjoy that. some might see us as so pathetic. tee hee…

  2. @Steve Hayes I’ve seen those generators. The results are pretty wild. I’ve seen exercises where one cuts up poems and rearranges them. Thanks for dropping by.

  3. Thanks for being a pal Paras.

    We can find meaning in anything, even when there is none to be had. The fanciful pareidolia of an artists intent, when really its a big WTF.

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