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Tristan Tzara, the Lonely Maker |
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by Willis Barnstone
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Portrait Nun by Sarah Sears |
Tristan Tzara lonely? Dada an-
archist, Résistance hero during the War,
can he have doubt? Abused by clique and clan
and foe? Is Peking Man about to soar
from his cave and attack the monocled,
gentle, three-piece bourgeois suit I walk
the streets of Paris with? I am cram filled
with pleasure as arm and arm we talk
of Bucharest where the Romanian Jew
was born. Je suis plus que l’histoire du vers.
They know me as the founder of the isms,
but I’m a poet, a French poet! Me a squirt
of twenty-one and he confides his woes?
In his sun apartment over Boule Miche
he pulls out copies of his books. He flips
through them. We sit and read outrageous hymns. |
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