Dada in Australia

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Dada - A new cult. Abolish everything! (The Age, Melbourne, 1920)

Dada is a rebellious, playful state of mind (Tristan Tzara 1922).

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The death on 22 April 2023 of Australian comedian Barry Humphries (1934-2023) brought to a close an episode in antipodean history during which the early twentieth century avant-garde art and anarchic social movement Dada found local expression in the post-World War II period, through art, comedic performance and multi-faceted characterizations, most notably in the form of Humphries' Melbourne-based stunts and practical jokes, culminating in the creation of alter  egos Dame Edna Everidge and Sir Les Paterson.

The first element of Humphries' career as a performer on the public stage was celebrated during 1993 by the National Gallery of Australia's smallish side exhibition Big - Barry Humphries: Dada Artist, a supplement to the blockbuster Surrealism: Revolution by Night (Holdsworth 2023). In 1952 Humphries, whilst at 1st year student at the University of Melbourne, held a solo exhibition entitled The First Pan-Australian Dada Exhibition. He went on to promote Dada throughout his career, though as very much a lone voice for an art movement which never took flight beyond his Victorian home town of Moonee Ponds.

But what of Dada in Australia prior to Humphries? Is there anything to see there? Melbourne 'art and culture critic' Mark Holdsworth, in a blog written two days after Humphries' death, refers to Dada as simply an anti-war movement, and claims that the pro-war, ANZAC ethos which emerged following the disaster of Gallipoli during 1915 was the main reason for its initial and ongoing rejection locally. A deeper dive into how the movement was received in Australia is warranted, as the mono-culture claim is far from the truth, just as it was in all those nations who sent their troops to war between 1914-18. The ANZAC mythology was both honouring individual participants and memorialising one of the nation's most tragic failures - something that, like the later Holocaust, should never be forgotten. Holdsworth's assertion that Dada was primarily anti-war is an ignorant assessment of the multifaceted monster that it was, as is his review of the Humphries 1993 exhibition as little more than prop comedy and a shitload of dreadful puns. Mind you, I am sure that the Dada artist it was directed at would have relished such a comment back in 1993, if not making a similar one himself.

Just as the death of Barry Humphries marked another milestone in the ongoing death of Dada - an art that was, and will forever remain, absurd, irreverent, anarchic and fun - so its imminent rebirth following a period of WOKE absurdity during which Dame Edna Everidge TRULY was a WOMAN simply because she/he/her/them said they were, is a sure bet.

Barry Humphries, Pus in Boots, 1952, reconstructed 1992. Exhibition: National Gallery of Australia, 1993. Source: Holdsworth 2023.

Some of Humphries' Dada infatuation is described in Anne Pender's 2010 biography, alongside his own memoir and other writing, plus that of friend Keith Dunstan (Dunstan 1990, Humphries 2002, Pender 2010). The follow extract from Pender is a good introduction:

By the time Humphries began his studies in 1952, his taste for the bizarre and strange was well developed. He attempted to throw off the arrogant hauteur of his Grammar School contemporaries. Imaginatively he was still captivated by Dadaism and obsessed with grotesque parodies of art, and with forms that challenged the idea of art itself. It was as if he had been seduced by the savage aesthetic critique of the period after World War I. Barry studied the demonstrations of the French and German Dadaists of the 1920s, and he was particularly intrigued by Man Ray and Picabia. Later when photographed, Humphries would stare straight at the camera and make 'wild eyes', just as Dali and Man Ray had done for Carl Van Vechten. Dadaism was largely experimental and was based on freedom to play and to take changes. It was risky and confrontational; sometimes it was downright cruel. Humphries started to practice Dadaist trick and pranks around the city..... All of his pranks were carried out with dramatic flair and precision. He invented a character called Dr. Aaron Azimuth who embodied menace and insanity in the figure of a demented scientist who enjoyed tinkering with the personalities of his hapless victims, and who, Barry recalls vividly in his memoir (My Life as Me), resembled one of his favourite film characters, Dr Caligari... In his first year Humphries launched an exhibition, 'Piescapes.' It was his first organised Dadaist assault on the university... Barry was the most daring student prankster Melbourne University had ever known.... Humphries' Dada-inspired works and his street performances foreshadowed performance art in Australia. (Pender 2010)

Birth of Dada

Dada was born in Zurich, Switzerland, during the latter part of 1915, amidst a colony of artists, writers and performers escaping from, and formally rejecting, the horrors of the battlefields of World War I. Interestingly it's content largely steered clear of anti-war rhetoric, directing instead its energies into new and innovative areas of art, freeform writing and performance. The mindless and seemingly interminable slaughter of hundreds of thousands of soldiers was unprecedented, and immediately obvious to Europeans, despite the secrecy and media manipulation of the war machine and generals seeking fodder for the ravenous beast. It was only natural that art would emerge which reflected the state of society at that time, if not the slaughter directly. Dada was an extreme rejection of the status quo, in its expression and ideology. It was the ultimate head in the sand, unwilling to accept the necessity of horror as the path to peace. Dada was an anarchic, mild and ultimately harmless movement that seemingly ignored the war then raging around it. As such, Dada quickly spread throughout Europe and around the world, often adding colour and context to the prevailing zeitgeist in locales such as Tokyo, St. Petersburg, and New York, where fellow proponents of peace and latent Dadaists such as Marcel Duchamp and Francis Picabia sought refuge and inspiration.

It appears that Dada never landed in the Antipodes (Australia and New Zealand) during the war years, though elements of the Maori language did appear in its catalogue of verse, alongside African chants. When one refers to Dada in Australia it is usually to events following the official demise(s) during the mid' 1920s of this multifaceted, aesthetically anarchic movement and its late-in-the-day absorption into / hijacking by the "and now for something completely different" ism called Surrealism, under the leadership and direction of French writer and former Dadaist, Andre Breton and, to a lesser degree, the German Max Ernst. Dada was NOT Surrealism. Rather, Surrealism was a subset of Dada, a naughty child which sought expression primarily in the realm of works on canvas, photography and film. Surrealism took off; Dada died, not once but many times, subject as it was to numerous resurrections, by individualsand groups such as Barry Humphries and Monty Python's Flying Circus.

Dada did not manifest to any degree in Australia during its initial period of activity in Europe and the United States between 1915-25. There does not appear to have been any local collective of practitioners or promoters. The earliest newspaper references appear following the war's end, during late 1919 and early 1920, and are usually reports from overseas papers. The censorship regime of the way years 1914-18 is obviously one reason for this, as the normal cross-continent reportage mechanisms were cutoff. Many of the post-1918 reports come out of England as second-hand comments on events within the defeated Germany. As such, they are often unduly critical and condescending in their ignorance, referring to Dada as 'freak art' and cultish. If it did manifest in any artistic form locally, this remains hidden, the victim of distance, apathy, and a generally conservative public and media critical of something so 'foreign' in the aftermath of a brutal war. Even during its height, many supporters and followers in Europe, America and elsewhere would, Judas-like, deny any association with Dada, or description as practicing Dadaists, such was the negative reaction it often engendered and the contradictory, bipolar, schizophrenic views of its adherents who, on occasion and in association with their belief in it, proudly denounced Dada in public and in print (Neumann 1994).

Yet the creation and evolution of Dada in metropolitan centres such as Zurich, Switzerland; Cologne and Berlin, Germany; Barcelona, Spain; Paris, France; Tokyo, Japan; St. Petersburg, Russia; and New York in the United States, was to have repercussions way beyond its foundation as the Cabaret Voltaire during the latter half of 1915 and through early 1916. This impact continued in the decades following its apparent demise, as, like a phoenix rising from the flames, a Neo-Dada art movement gained prominence following World War II and the onset of the Cold War. Social upheavals such as the 1960s countercultural revolution and mid 1970s punk movement in Britain have in turn been linked to Dada, and with good reason. The work of the British comedy collective Monty Python's Flying Circus during the late 1960s and early 1970s was Dadaist to it core - anarchic, outrageous and fun, with little regard or respect for conventional mores. The Sex Pistols' 1977 hit song Anarchy in the UK was Dadaist in both content and means of presentation - it was loud, colourful, bold, poetic and confronting to an outraged and ever-conservative establishment. It was essential Dada.

Jamie Reid, God Save the Queen - Sex Pistols, offset lithograph on paper, 1977.

During the decade (1915-25) in which Dada flourished - as World War I raged and in the years immediately thereafter - artists, writers and performers such as Hans Arp, Emma Hennings, Hugo Ball, Marcel Janco, Max Ernst, Marcel Duchamp, Tristan Zara, Sophie Taeuber, Hannah Hoch, Georg Grosz, Francis Picabia and Man Ray actively engaged in the development and diversification of a modern art encompassing painting, collage, sculpture, photography, graphic design, music, theatre, film and literature, with a new, radical verse poetry prominent. It operated alongside the other emerging art movements of the time, with the closest being Bauhaus, German Expressionism and Cubism. Dada encompassed numerous forms of artistic expression, but at its core was a rebellious attitude against conservative norms and established practices. These were most evident at the time in the form of an horrific war, social inequality - often based around race - and the tight reins of the national art academies. These stresses and constraints were something which more than just artists could relate to, and did. And it was not in Europe alone that Dada quickly took root.

Dada was generally a youthful movement, led by individuals such as Tristian Tzara (1896-1963), who in 1915 was just 19 years old. Most of its active practitioners and supporters were in their twenties or early thirties, born into a world of political conflict, rapid industrialization and seemingly unstoppable modernization. Dada was bold, brash, energetically raw and relevant. As such, it drew widespread criticism from authority, the older generation, and the arts establishment. It also engendered enthusiastic engagement with free spirited and free thinking artists, bohemians and collectors.

"Dada is ephemeral: it's death is an act of its own free will... Dada will not die of Dada. It's laughter has a future." (Richard Hulsenbeck 1920)

Dada's official, initial, premature 'death' as an active movement came in 1922 with the claim that 'Dada is Dead!' by one of the founders of Cologne Dada, Max Ernst (1891-1976). This was followed up later that same year by Tristan Tzara, and again in 1925 through proclamations by Andre Breton (1896-1966) and the French. Dada has since seen numerous reincarnations, and survives as the intangible influence it remains to this day.

Dada has often been cited as the most influential art movement of the 20th century, though it is also recognised as the most nebulous and least understood, or even little known. During 2016 a BBC documentary team hit the streets asking famous, and not so famous, people "What is Dada?" Many knew of it, lived it, performed it, but could not define it. In fact, practitioners such as Terry Gilliam of Monty Python's Flying Circus fame actively resisted a demand to define it, which in itself was a pure expression of Dada (BBC 2016). Dada is fun, exciting, scary, sweet, colourful and monotone, finished and unfinished. It is everything and nothing. Dada is the first and last piece in the jigsaw puzzle - it is also the puzzle itself. Dada is proactive and reactive. It has no beginning and no end. It is neither predecessor nor antecedent; neither does it stand alone. A Dadaist can also be a Cubist, Futurist, Surrealist, punk, comedian, performer, poet, musician or anything else, or nothing (Kuenzli 2006).

It's Alive!!!

Australia largely encountered Dada third-hand through the press during that initial period from its formation at the Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich during 1915-16 through to official pronouncements of its birth, rise and death in Berlin and Paris throughout the first half of the 1920s. An exhibition of European art which toured to Sydney and Melbourne in 1923 supposedly included works from the Dada movement. Two are referred to in a Sydney newspaper review, though their classification is debatable as they are hardly typical Dada works - one is a slightly naive, rather pretty landscape in watercolour by a French artist, and the other a portrait by a Dutch artist. Within that specific instance, these so-called examples of Dada were buried amidst a small collection of Cubist and other examples of modernist movements tending towards abstraction. These, in turn, were labelled in reviews as a 'Chamber of Horrors', hung amidst a plethora of traditional landscapes, portraits, still life and mythological panoramas so popular with Australian galleries at the time. No other showing of 'Dada' art in Australia is known during this interwar period (1918-1939).

Generally speaking, newspaper reportage was responsible for bringing Dada to the notice of the Australian public, with very few magazines or journals commenting upon it in any detail. Images of related artworks and performances were largely non-existent. Reaction at the time was therefore mute, and it was only after World War II, with events such as Barry Humphries’ Dada exhibition of 1952 and his subsequent outrageous, comedic performances in the name of Dada, that it appears to have entered the wider public consciousness as a form of anarchic expression beyond the mere confines of a now-dead 'ism' (Reid 2010, Brown 2014). This late rebirth was followed during the 1960s by Dadaesque manifestations within Pop art and the counterculture movement. Artists such as Martin Sharp and his colleagues at OZ magazine, including the writer Richard Neville and artist / filmmaker Garry Shead, were active exponents of Dada (if not in name) and provocateurs, alongside the ever outrageous Humphries. Sharp and Neville took OZ to London in 1966 and thrived amidst an environment of countercultural revolution and freedom of expression throughout Western Europe, stirred on by wars and conflict - a Cold war, another traditional slaughter in Vietnam, and during 1968 protest on the streets of Paris and in campuses across America. Indeed, perhaps the most well known modern manifestation of the Dada ethic has been the British Oxbridge movement of the 1960s led by indivuals such as Peter Cook, rooted in the Goons and culminating in the performance troupe Monty Python's Flying Circus, whose anarchic presentations on stage, screen, vinyl and in print since 1969 have carried on the Cabaret Voltaire tradition, though with an emphasis on biting comedy rather than strident polemic and anarchic poetry. Terry Gilliam, with his animated collage and off-centered film direction, including the failure to remake Don Quixote, personifies Neo-Dada.

Dada Lives! was a catch cry both during the life of the original movement and thereafter, reflecting its initially precarious state of existence, diversity in regards to forms of expression, increasing importance, and persistent influence alongside persistent failure. When Francis Picabia announced his separation from Dada in May 1921, he proclaimed somewhat prophetically, 'Dada will live forever!' If Dada were to speak to us today, Suri-like, it would undoubtedly say - reflecting the words of Mark Twain - “Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated!

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What then of Dada in Australia between 1915-1925? Events in Europe and elsewhere were reported in the local newspapers, most of which were sourced from British equivalents or affiliates. As a result, a performance, soiree or exhibition in Paris during 1920-23, for example, could be reported in a London paper, which would in turn be copied in part or whole within a newspaper or magazine in locales such as Sydney, Melbourne, Perth and regional centres. Local commentary could also be added. As such, there was scope for information on Dada, though somewhat delayed, to be dispersed far and wide throughout Australia during the years of its active existence. For example, a brief report on events connected with the landmark First International Dada Fair held in Berlin between 30 June - 25 August 1920 appeared in the Adelaide newspaper The Advertiser, on 2 October 1920. A brief survey of digitized and indexed newspapers available through the National Library of Australia's TROVE database reveals that such reporting occurred sporadically as the terms Dada, Dadaiste or Dadaism became accepted internationally in connection with a new modern art movement, alongside Cubism, Futurism, Vorticism and the various other "isms" then in vogue.

The influence of such reporting on local artists and the establishment remains unclear. It does not appear to have generated activity such as the formation of a local interest group, presentation of a Dada performance, or the mounting of an independent exhibition of Dada artworks during its lifetime. In addition, we could ask: did the numerous Dada magazines, booklets and exhibition programs published overseas, and usually in foreign languages such as German or French, get to Australia in a timely fashion? Was there correspondence between any of the major figures in the Dada movement and interested parties in Australia? Did any Dada artworks reach the country prior to 1926? And, did any Australian expatriate artists, intellectuals or collectors, such as London resident Syd Long, actively participate in, or observe, Dada events during its heyday? These are questions not easily answered, and, based on the evidence to date, they are questions which are generally answered in the negative. Australian artists such as Rupert Bunny, Ivan Willie Brooks, Stella Bowen, Margaret Preston, Grace Crowley, Baker Clarke, John Farmer, Bernie Gibson, Agnes Goodsir, France's Hodgkins and Ethel Carrick Fox were all working in Paris, for example, in 1924-5 but are not known to have engaged with Dada (Abbs 2016). Were any Australians in the audience at the Cabaret Voltaire during 1916, or the Borchart Gallery, Berlin, in 1920, or the Marcel Theatre, Paris, in 1921 to engage directly with Dada art and performance? It is possible.

There may be a number of reasons why Dada failed to ignite in Australia during the early 1920s. It was a bohemian, avant-garde, anarchically philosophical and aesthetic movement, often at odds with conservative arts establishments and the authorities. After the war it evolved in Germany, and racist attitudes in Australia and Great Britain against Germans and German culture were prominent. Many of the reports of overseas Dada activities in the Australian newspapers reflect the difficulties this new, vibrant and radical movement faced in being accepted on its merits. Even during the 1920s it was presented as a perversion, which was a precursor to its later presentation by the Nazi's under Adolf Hitler as a deviant art. Also, Dada evolved in Europe during the years of World War I and shortly thereafter. As a result, associated tensions and political and racial affiliations came into play on all fronts. For example, there was a great deal of Dada activity in Berlin shortly after the end of the war, at a time when both the victors and the Germans were far from pacified. This may have led to a bias against the reporting of activities in that country by British newspapers, and a preference for those related events taking place in Paris, London or New York. This would had substantial implications for interested observers in Australia, as the focus of Dada activities moved from Zurich to Berlin in 1919 and then on to Paris after 1920. Racial biases are evident in many of the reports which reached Australia and make reference to Dada.

Evidence, and lack thereof

A number of significant reports on Dada events overseas appeared in Australian newspapers prior to 1926. Some of those identified are reproduced below in part or full and presented in chronological order. They reveal the limited amount of information provided to the general public concerning Dada. Of course, the local artist fraternity would have had access to published and other printed material relating to the various overseas art movements, including Dada, whilst some of the soldiers who survived the war and had an interest in art may have come across it whilst engaged in the French Western Front. Much of the published material available locally was of a literary nature, with minimal description or discussion of Dada artworks, performances and philosophical direction. This reflects the changing focus on activities within the Dada movement as its chief proponents moved location. For example, Zurich Dada from 1915 to 1919 focused on poetry, performance and art; German Dada through 1919-20 on art and public, political engagement; and French Dada after 1920 on literary aspects. New York Dada was a mix of art, literature and hanging out with the Arensbergs, noted collectors.

The earliest reports on Dada in the Australian newspapers date from 1919 and peak during 1920-1. Unfortunately, by 1919 Berlin and Paris were the focus of reportage in the British newspapers, as Zurich had waned following the cessation of hostilities on the European battlefields in November 1918. This was followed by the dispersal of the Swiss refugee community to their home countries or emigration to the United States, with New York becoming a focus for Dada-friendly activity in that country, led by individuals such as Marcel Duchamp, Francis Picabia and Gloria Wood. Few reports on Dada New York activities reached Australia, though significant movements in modern art were occurring there, with events such as the Armory Show of 1913 a catalyst. Likewise, reports on the Cabaret Voltaire did not appear in Australian newspapers until 1920, by which time it had long since closed its doors. Prior to this, the word dada was only used locally as a term of endearment in reference to the father of a child. During the war, the word Dadanelles attained infamy in connection with the disastrous Gallipoli campaign. It appears that it was only after the war ended, and the general censorship regime operating during that period was lifted, that information began to flow out of Europe in regard to burgeoning art movements such as Dada. The newspaper and magazine reports reproduced below are a mere snapshot of the movement and reactions to it.

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Dada in print

1919

* Gippsland Times, Monday, 13 October 1919. The Great Dada. Brief report on a Dada public demonstration in Weimar, Germany, involving the Supadada Johannes Baader. The radical nature of Dada is immediately apparent, as is reference to it as a brain sickness and a cultish, semi-religious sect. The demonstration apparently ended in violence.

THE GREAT DADA.

Remarkable symptoms of brain sickness are reported from Weimar, where votaries of the sect of the Dadaists - a religious order which worships the Great Dada - demonstrated before the National Assembly building. They were attired in fantastic dresses such as Sioux Indians wear, and played weird music, while a phonograph continuously cried "Dada." The public in the streets tried in vain to convince the demonstrators that it was better for them to go home, and finally set about to disperse the demonstrators. Some of the holy men were rather roughly ill-treated, and, after a short fight, the demonstrators fled wildly, crying "Dada, Dada."

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The use of a single word - Dada - to express a range of emotions and responses, is typical of the movement, just as it also used a collection of indistinguishable sounds or word salad in its literary presentations and performances. The modern Disney tree person Grot comes to mind here, with its colleagues able to understand all it says, though only a single word is uttered - Grot.

It is interesting to note that the proponents of Dada are presented as demonstrators rather than street performers, and that they were met with violence. Why? What was so intimidating or threatening about their message? And who were the perpetrators who forced them to stop? Berlin during the post WWI period was a place of political and social turmoil, with thousands of damaged souls drawn there in pursuit of relief from their suffering, whether it be physical due to the war, or psychological. Sensibilities were frayed. It was both an exciting and dangerous place to be, for men and women alike. Tolerance for so-called peaceniks and lunatic bohemians would have been limited.

* The Telegraph, Brisbane, 15 January 1920. Dadaism in Berlin. Growing in Germany. A detailed description is given of Dada as manifest in Berlin, with reference to the activities of Johannes Baader, known as the Super Dada or Grand Dada and referred to in the previous article. It is a descriptive, positive piece referring to many aspects of Dada, including its idiosyncratic, absurd nature.

DADAISM IN BERLIN.

GROWING IN GERMANY.

"F.A.," writing to the Manchester "Guardian," in October last, says “When Martinetti came to London to preach Futurism, he talked much sense and much nonsense, but even his nonsense was full of scintillations. When the Grand Dada came to Berlin to preach Dadaism at the Klindworth Hall, it was difficult to find any sense at all in what he said, and the scintillations of his mind were not very brilliant. "What is Dada?" he asked, and remarked that it was hard to tell what Dada is, that Dada escaped definition, that even if it were explained it would be almost impossible for the uninitiated to understand the explanation, and so on for 20 minutes or more. Then, as though in answer to his question, he spoke of Cosmic Consciousness, of the Microcosm and the Macrocosm, of the Atomisation of Matter, and (inevitably) of the Theory of Relativity. . . . "What the Theory of Relativity is on a physical plane, that Dada is on a spiritual plane." The Grand Dada finished his hour-long sermon by meeting all the objections to his cult. Dada is rubbish, say some. Of course it is rubbish, he readily admitted, and is meant to be rubbish, for mankind has suffered too long from the oppressive tyranny of Philistine common sense. Dada is unintelligible. . . of course it is unintelligible, for it is a new cosmic conception, and our language still is too undeveloped to reveal Dada except by dark symbols and paradoxes. Dada is humbug . . of course, it is humbug, for one of its aims is to lead mankind away from the transparent, superficial realm of the sincere and obvious into the profounder reality of illusion and delusion. And so every possible objection was refuted. To attack Dada is to punch a cloud of smoke. One thing at least is clear about Dada - that it is lucrative. The Klindworth Hall was packed and the seats were expensive. The audience listened patiently all the time, except for a few whistles and catcalls by a disrespectful few, instantly drowned by indignant hissing from the respectful many. Berlin evidently appreciates Dada. But then Berlin is the craziest town in a country not oversane.

One of Dada's specialties is "Simultaneous Poetry." When the Grand Dada had finished his lecture, three other Dadaists stepped on to the platform and recited a "Simultaneous Poem," reading three different pieces loudly and simultaneously from three different sheets, now quickly, now slowly, while the Grand Dada kept time by waving his hands up and down like the conductor of an orchestra. The audience was immensely tickled by the performance. The Dadaists have thrown all poetry except their own on to the rubbish heap. The following paean of victory is taken from their latest manifesto:-

"The angular cerebellum of the bourgeois, contusioned by kicks from our hobnailed boots, dangles mournfully in the air like a piece of sackcloth. . . Our whistle blast (blown on the ground floor key of a lunatic asylum) has electrified them, has jumped through the Gothic carving of their cars, and has trampled their car drums underfoot."

A little of this kind of thing is not unentertaining, but after the first few coruscations have fizzled out it becomes rather dull. Besides, it hardly reveals the precise nature of Dada poetry. I cannot discuss "Simultaneous Poetry" because I did not understand a word of the only simultaneous poem I ever heard. But all Dada poems are not simultaneous, and the following verses, published only a few days ago and therefore hot from the oven, so to speak, will perhaps give some idea of what Dada can do. They are entitled "Wobble." I have translated them in the original metre:-

Venom pulsates, hammers, stamps.
Pain, staggers volts through my skull.
Why write ?
Cold is drizzling.
They say it's warm In Italy.
What a stupid crowd these human beings are.
If only we had the courage.
But cowardice is more dignified.
And very much more difficult.
The young lady loved ten men in one evening.
My saliva is freezing.
And yet - the forest, the flowers, the sun!
My head sags wearily.
I want to write,
Oh - Ah - Hm.
If I had a revolver now
I'd go and sell it to the nearest hawker.

These verses are hardly typical, for they do convey a few fairly distinct impressions, a kind of atmosphere, and a mood, whereas Dada poetry usually prides itself on its unintelligibility. But even typical Dada poetry does not compare with Dada painting. Take some coloured paper, some magazine illustrations, and, if you like, a map of Europe, a printed handbill, and similar odds and ends. Cut them into triangles and paste them in disorder on a piece of cardboard, and you have a Dada picture.

In the Hugo exhibition of Berlin painters that has been open since the 21st May the so-called "November Group" of Futurists, Expressionists, Suprematists and Dadaists is strongly represented. The most original of them all is the Dadaist Yefim Golysheff, whose masterpieces take up an entire wall in one of the exhibition rooms. I shall try to describe two particularly striking manifestations of his genius. A couple of herring-bones, left over from Yefim’s breakfast perhaps, are stuck on to a soiled sheet of paper, and clinging to one of them is a minute insect, dead and dust-covered. Underneath is a brown smudge, and seated right across the sheet are two rows of ink-pots. This unsavory collection of dirt and refuse is called a "Water Colour Study." Glued on to a map of European Russia is a slice of dark brown war-bread. Fastened just below the top of the slice is a big black button. Above it is an oblong piece cut out from the lid of a cardboard cigarette-box and labelled "Egyptian Cigarettes." Projecting from the left-hand crust and flattened up against the map is a longish piece of soap. Below the place where the soap joins the crust are about a dozen halves of French matches arranged in two rows. Underneath is the photograph of a motorcar cut out from some illustrated paper. The slice of bread represents a face. The button an eye. The cigarette-box a hat. The piece of soap a nose. The matches teeth. The whole composition is a portrait of Yefim driving a car. Perhaps this picture is the herald of a new art, an art combining literature and painting, biography and portraiture. Does the map mean that Yefim comes from Russia ? Is he fond of smoking Egyptian cigarettes in French cafes ? And does he want a wash?

The other members of the November Group are not quite so daring as Yefim, for they paint in ordinary oils, only occasionally using buttons, bits of glass, matches and tinfoil so as to achieve a happy union of the real and the ideal. To stand in the middle of a big room hung with pictures by the November Group is quite an experience. The vivid glare of crimson, green, blue and yellow triangles, squares, spirals, and geometrical intricacies, the demented leering of barely recognisable human features horribly distorted and painted with all the sickly and lurid hues of putrefaction, the chaotic jumble of objects that look like swaying streets and tottering houses, all hustled together in mad confusion within rectangular frames (the frames at least are normal), beat vehemently upon the eyes, so that one begins to feel dizzy and to doubt one's sanity.

But the list of Dada's achievements is not complete. Take a snapshot out of focus, paint some smudgy triangles in subdued colours on the background, or put the whole picture into triangles and paste them in disorder on a piece of paper, and you have a Dada photograph. There are several exhibited in a shop window Unter den Linden. I have not yet heard any Dada music, but it is said to be very realistic. There is also such a thing as a "Dada Dance." It is surprising that Dada can exist at all, but, having obtained a start by dexterous advertisement, it is now able to collect big audiences. Some weeks ago a Dada meeting was broken up at Chemnit (probably by sturdy, irascible Communists who wanted their money back), and the Grand Dada was saved from injury only by the intervention of his devotees. Then the Reichswehr Ministry, behaving as though the Kaiser still were on the throne, confiscated some Dada cartoons that seemed to ridicule the officer class. In this way Dada has won the additional prestige of martyrdom. The new rich of Berlin, utterly demoralised, restless and always eager for new sensations, are not the kind of public to be taken in by Dada. Nevertheless, Dada, the November Group, and similar impostures must not obfuscate the fact that genuine and very remarkable Impressionist art is growing up in Germany, quite unsuspected by the outer world and only half realised by the Germans themselves.

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Note the distinction made above between Dada and emerging German Expressionist art, one which was often confused due to areas of overlap in regard to proponents and output. Of course the latter would find expression and notoriety in German film during the 1920s, with productions such as The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari, whose sets are Expressionist in the extreme.

1920

* The Age, Melbourne, Saturday, 17 April 1920, Republished in The Daily News, Perth, 27 April. This article provides both an interesting description of Dada, along with a damning critique by a London correspondent, including quotes from the work of Tristan Tzara. The writer compares German Expressionism and Futurist art with Dada.

DADAISM.

THE NEWEST CULT.

ABOLISH EVERYTHING.

From our Correspondent. London, 11th March.

The penalty of being extreme is that, with the progress of events, extremists are easily displaced from their pedestal by advocates of greater extremes, who regard their immediate predecessors as conventional. The progress of events has not quite caught up to the extreme standards of Futurism in painting, sculpture, music and literature, but in these progressive days even those people who are old fashioned enough to refuse to venture outside the safety of conventional limits have to admit that they are less antagonistic than they were before the war to the works of the Futurists. Some of the pictures painted by these exponents of anarchical forms of art are to be found adorning the walls of conventional art galleries in the Bond-street quarter of London, where many of the art societies hold their exhibitions, and some have been purchased for the nation to form part of the treasures of the Imperial War Museum. It is true that there are critics who have protested against the expenditure of public money on daubs which they declare are an atrocious libel on British troops, and an outrage on human intelligence, but on the whole an attitude of tolerance towards Futurism in art has begun to manifest itself. It is suggested by the advocates of tolerance that Futurism, Cubism and Vorticism may have a message of some kind to deliver to humanity, and the fact that so far it has been delivered in gibberish does not necessarily imply that gibberish will always be regarded as an unintelligible form of speech. It is possible (they argue) that mankind may yet resort to gibberish as a common form of speech, which offers less difficulties as a universal language than Esperanto. But no sooner has Futurism begun to merge itself into the present than a new and more extreme movement arises with more sweeping standards of iconoclasm, which will sweep away not only the conventions of the past but everything past, present and future, whether conventional or unconventional.

The new cult is known as the Dada movement, and its creed is the abolition of everything because of the futility of everything. In English, dada is the baby word for father; in Russia dada means a house; in Roumania it means a nurse; in Italy it is the infantile word for mother, and the Krou Negroes use the word for the tale of a sacred cow. But the exponents of the new movement have selected the name of Dada as something that means nothing. The Dadaists contend that man's senses are not true registers of the external universe, and that his actions and words in relation to the universe are futile. Since man's words and actions are of no more value than the gibberings and gestures of lunatics, let us recognise that we are all lunatics, and behave as such, say the Dadaists. Let us abolish everything - art, literature, the family, morality, logic, common sense, memory, the past, the present and the future.

The new movement was born at the Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich in 1916, the founder being M. Tristan Tzara. It has reached Paris, but so far has not reached England. At the first Dadaist meeting in Paris, which was unsympathetically described in the Parisian newspapers, several interesting Dadaist speeches were delivered. The Dadaists scorn intelligent speech, and therefore these speeches consisted of a strange and varied assortment of cries and howls. For the benefit of the uninitiated the creed of Dadaism was formally announced in words as: -

No more God.
No more aristocrats.
No more middle class.
No more art.
No more beauty.
No more literature.
No more music.
No more anything.

The battle cry which was delivered at the meeting resembles the war cry of an American football team. It is "Dada, dada, tra, la, la, la, I jeer at you. Dada, dada." At the first general congress of Dadaists, which was held recently at Zurich, a resolution was carried declaring that "the discharge of weapons in Dadaist discussions is not only authorised, but is to be commended, seeing that it has an element of novelty, and gives a new and refreshing point of view." A correspondent of the "Daily Mail" who attended the exhibition of pictures which the Dadaists arranged at Geneva states: -

The first work which caught my eye consisted of three large chunks of wood, one orange, one blue and one green, glued on a background of multi-colored stripes. In a corner were three brass-headed carpet tacks, and four matches and a postage stamp gazed lovingly at two boot buttons and a piece of embroidery in the foreground. The catalogue described it as "Dawn on Lake Neuchatel." A voice at my side interrupted my bewilderment: "That, my friend," it was saying, “is a beautiful portrait in C sharp minor, vibrating with Hertzian waves, of a municipal councillor suffering from foot and mouth disease." I looked and saw some triangular pieces of colored paper, with a few fragments of copper wire, some corks, a cabbage stalk, and several toothpicks grouped here and there in artistic confusion.

M. Tristan Tzara, the founder of the movement, has published a book of Dadaist poems written in French. All of the poems depend on typographical eccentricities to reveal their intention - absurdity. The following is one of the poems: -


pelamide
a o ou o youyouyou i e ou o
youyouyou
drrrrdrrrrdrrrrgmr
grirrrgrrrrrrr
morccaux de duree verte voltigent
dam ma chambre
a e i ii i e a ou ii ii ventre
montre le centre je veux le prendre
ambran bran bran et rendre
centre des quatre
beng bong beng bang
ou vas-tu iiiiiirupft
machiniste l'ocean a ou ith
a o u ith I o u ath a o u ith ou a ith
les vers luisants parmi nous
parmi nos entrailles et nos directions
mais le capitaine etudie les indicaitons de la boussole
et la concentration des couleurs
devient folle
cigogne litophanie il y ma
memoire et l’ocarina dans Ia pharmacie
sericulture horizontale des batiments pelagoscopiques
la folle du village couve des
beuffons pour la cour royale
l'hopital devient canal
et le canal devient violon
sur le violon il y a un navire
et sur le babord la reine est
parmi les emigrants pour mexico.

As the Dadaists contend that all the efforts and aspirations of man are futile, why do they indulge in the futility of writing books and painting pictures? The explanation is simple. The Dadaists, in asking you to read their books and admire their paintings, compare themselves with the madman who comes up to you with an air of secrecy, whispers a few unintelligible words in your ear, and then walks off with an imbecile laugh. You may not see the joke, but the madman does. So does the Dadaist. Until you accept his creed that madness is a higher form of intellectual development than sanity, you do not belong to the same intellectual plane as the Dadaist. It is obvious that if Dadaism spreads, a very large extension of the accommodation provided in civilised communities for mental cases will be required. But the Dadaists hope to make so many converts that the world will become mad, and restraint will be required only for the mentally unimpaired.

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* The Sun, Sydney, 18 June 1920. Report on Dada events in Geneva and London, referring to it as the 'newest of hypre-modern cults'.

"DADAISM"
NEW SCHOOL OF POETRY
Shaw as New-boiled Prawn

The Geneva correspondent of the London "Evening News," describing the latest manifestation there of the new "Dada" school of poetry and art - formed by a small sect of Futurists who are believed to be practical jokers on a gigantic scale - says: Although the Dadaists may be responsible for much absurdity, their antics may nevertheless be guaranteed to chase away depression. At a dance they gave, the jazz band composed of a saucepan, a cow-bell, a biscuit tin, a tub, and a stick to hit them all with, and further helped out by the yelps of a klaxon and the roars of a motor horn, was so extraordinarily successful as to convert us momentarily to Dadaism, and to make us feel that the melancholy strains of a violin leave much to be desired. The walls of the hall were resplendent with Dadaist colors and Dadaist curios, and the whole was illuminated by Dadaist lights, both electric and corporeal.

IN TOTTENHAM COURT ROAD

"Dadaism," whatever it may be - its very name is unexplained - has come to London. A special correspondent of the London "Evening News"' writes: - It was at a modest little restaurant off the Tottenham Court Road; a quaint little place where the knives make murky marks in the gruyere, that I became acquainted with the newest of hyper-modern cults - the Dada school of poetry - [from] one of the men I had long known for the advance agent of all the tastiest art movements in Christendom, or in eras further back. Needless to say, he was a suckling of the Paris boulevards and had the material measure of every movement worth a hang to the placid British public. His companions were the burning British protagonists of the new Dada school - a school but recently called into being by those eminent French litterateurs, Tristan Tzara and [Francis] Picabia, whose work has recently been given much prominence in the Paris newspapers.

ON A TUBE LIFT

The Dada form was the only pure form! The passionate throbbing of a direct statement was illustrated in some few lines by Mr. Fitzroy Heal, one of the founders of the English school - on "The Tube Lift at Covent Garden after a Fabian lecture."

"What knotted temples these!
What overhanging brows!
G. B. S.! Observe his brows; like the feelers of a ginger prawn.
What overhanging brows! And ginger too!
Pink as a new-boiled prawn he is,
A Dublin prawn!!"

After listening to an "Ode on the aesthetic sensing of a sugar ration," and a triplet dedicated to Mr. Wyndham Lewis's new Group X, I stole away.

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* The Sun, Sydney, 1 July 1920. Around the Line - Art, academic and otherwise brilliant Frenchmen in London.

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* The Sun, Sydney, 18 July 1920; The Herald, Melbourne, 29 July 1920. Montague Glover - The Lid Off Paris Itself Again - Rejoicings in Montmartre - The Fall of Dadaism (Extract).

Paris Itself Again

Rejoicings in Montmartre

The Fall of Dadaism.

By MONTAGUE GROVER

London, June 7.

Paris is no longer under the domination of the Council of Churches, as it appeared to be when I passed through the once-gay city in March. It is itself again - or very nearly itself, judging by the reports received here this week, and the unpublished and far more interesting stories we hear from visitors. The authorities have relaxed the provisions regarding the early shutting-down of places of amusements, and now you may revel as you may until 1 a.m. In the good old days before the war there was no limit at all; your revelries might last until breakfast time if you have the inclination and the physique, and at a later date those idyllic times may return. For the present 1 o'clock is the limit, but it is a limit well in advance of the half past 22 o'clock that obtained when I was there. You may now have two and a half extra crowded hours of glorious life without the gendarmes coming in to interrupt things just as they are getting interesting....

Death of Dadaism

A day or two later the death-blow was dealt out to Dadaism by the same joyous band, or as many of them as could be jammed into the Salle Gaveau, one of the best known of Parisian concert halls. Here the Dadaists had decided to clinch finally their claim to be the leaders of the greatest movement in the history of art by producing a Dadaist play. Now, for those who have never heard of Dadaism, it may he explained that Dadaism represents the latest, if not the last, word in things artistic. The true Dadaist regards the Cubist as a reactionary and a conservative. He will paint a pink ladder on a blue ground and say that it is a swan flying over a lake, and his fellow Dadaists will corroborate his statement on oath. From painting, Dadaism spread to poetry, and from poetry to drama, and here at the Gaveau was to be demonstrated what drama really was as interpreted through the medium of Dadaism. The hall was filled to the doors — filled with long-haired, velvet-coated students such as we have met in the pages of the Vie de Boheme. It looked a sympathetic audience, probably an enthusiastic audience, one which, if it were not already Dadaist at heart, was ready to clasp Dadaism to its bosom and swear eternal fidelity. The author and the producer and company looked through the hole in the curtain and found it good. Then the curtain rose and the dialogue began. It was supposed to be deadly serious, but it resembled the old time back-chat of the American knockabout artists who used to ask "What time is it?" and receive the reply "Did it?" The audience was attentive enough for five minutes, but at the end of that period it had grasped the meaning of Dadaistic drama. It yelled its disapproval. The sounds reached the Boulevards, and there were hurried calls to the Prefecture of Police. "Name of a dog," cried M. le Maire, "is it that the Revolution has arrived himself?" But the police were called upon to do nothing more than clean up the place. Before the vanguard arrived, the audience had brought from concealed positions hundredweights of ammunition. "When the manager came out to address it, the scene was reminiscent of Banjo Paterson's lines about Dandaloo:

They slied at him in careless glee,
Some large tomatoes rank and stale
And eggs of great antiquity.

The Dadaists dropped the curtain just in time to save the scenery, and with its fall fell Dadaism. Today it is a thing discredited to artistic Paris.
 
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* The West Australian, Perth, 18 September 1920. Editorial - Movements in art and literature (Extract). The following article is a rambling diatribe against 'gibberish' literary forms, with a reference to Dada in Paris.

A curious article in a recent issue of a London contemporary gives an entertaining description of the latest "art" movement in Paris for which some amusing people, who call themselves “Dadaistes,” are responsible – if the word responsible can be used in such a connection. It has been said, with a great deal of truth, that a literary movement consists of five or six people who live in the same town and hate one another cordially. An art movement usually signifies very little or, even more frequently, nothing at all. It is the frothiest display of iridescent bubbles, at times prismatically attractive in themselves, that rise evanescent from the surface enthusiasm of ebullient youth; for our young men have at last come into their own; the world is theirs; and the grand climacteric of the life of literature and art is now reached at an age when in days past “shades of the prison-house" had scarce begun "to close upon the growing Boy." All this is, on the whole, a sign of healthy vigour; and if a reputation is ageing rapidly at twenty-five and decorously dead and buried at thirty, there is still left the hope - though not always the sure and certain hope - of a glorious resurrection long before the tyrannical years bring the inevitable yoke, if not invariably the philosophic mind. So to-day the greybeard stands convicted of old - that most heinous and unpardonable of sins in the eyes of aspiring youth whose touching belief in immortality is compact of faith and works – faith in himself, and a firm belief in the enduring nature of his own good works. But let youth, however indomitable, beware! for a generation even younger and lustier than he is treading hard upon his heels, and new shibboleths are spoken every day, and there is a sound in his ears as of the tumult of mighty waters, and literature and art have become as a very Tower of Babel, in the rearing of which there is much confusion of tongues, and, not to put too fine a point upon it, a confusion of thought as well. A vortex there must needs be when poets and painters come swirling down the river of time; and who shall abolish the vortex? – a most desirable consummation, but one, alas! that has not yet been achieved, hence the flotsam and jetsam which - not being worth the salvage - so dismally encumber the face of the waters and strew the banks on either side of the stream.

It must be nearly fifty years ago that a certain little coterie of Oxford undergraduates, most of whom were no doubt of a mystic, not to say a transcendental, turn of mind, established a magazine which was known as "The Dark Blue." In the very first number of this esoteric production, a remarkable poem entitled "The Sun of My Songs," appeared with intent to stagger the intelligence of the bewildered reader. One verse ran as follows.

Yet all your song
Is Ding dong,
Summer is dead.
Spring is dead
O my heart, and O my head
Go a-singing a silly song
All wrong,
For all is dead.
Ding dong
And I am dead!
Dong!

Ridiculous as this romantic effusion indubitably is, it is hardly more magnificently obscure than a good deal of the post-Impressionistic stuff that is published as poetry to-day. Nor is some of the modern prose that seeks the sufferance of a greatly-enduring public on a much higher level of intelligibility. For example, the "Dadaistes" - whose catch-phrase is the infantile one of "Dada" - occasionally produce little punctuated plays for the edification of their rapt disciples; and here is a typical excerpt (literally translated) from one of these precious pieces:

“The equatorial bite in the bluish rock weighs upon the night intimate scent of ammoniacal cradles the flower is a lamp-post doll listens to the mercury which mounts which shows the windmill holding on the viaduct before yesterday is which turns the head and the cold the hour has sounded in. your mouth once more a broken angel which falls." 

And so on, “ad nauseam" - a clear case for the alienist. Beside such Bedlam gibberish as this even Symbolism, Cubism, Automobilism, Futurism, and the rest of the neo-isms which have somehow or other succeeded in foisting themselves upon a world, the population of which, as Carlyle blandly observed, consists mainly of fools, are perfectly clear and intelligible expositions of theories in themselves intrinsically valuable and conducive to the intellectual stability of humankind.....
 
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* The Advertiser, Adelaide, 2 October 1920. Letter from London - Freak Art (Extract). Brief critical comment on Berlin Dada.

Freak Art.

Those who admire the academic in art have watched with growing horror the progress of the modern schools, both in London and Paris, but at least none of our advocates of independence and originality have gone to the lengths of the Berlin 'Da-Daist.' A friend, just back from the German capital, gave me yesterday some idea of the new movement, which for the moment is all the craze in Berlin. It was started by three so-called artists in an entertainment camp during the war, one at least of whom was a French professional painter. They claimed that all conventions and rules of technique were unwarrantable restraints. The artist, they said, should handle his subject without any preconceived idea of method, but in the manner that seemed to him most fitting to his mood. The result has been a terrible travesty of art. A portrait is as likely to be placed with the beard placed upside down on the neck as in the more normal position, and the artist, if he so pleases, is under no obligation even to give his sitter the full complement of features. The artistic colonies of London and Paris regard the whole thing as an enormous spoof, as they say that the Da-Daist is seeking not realism, but perversion. It appears, however, that a certain section of the Berlin public is taking the movement in all seriousness as the very latest development in the world of art.
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* The Sun, Sydney, 8 November 1920. The Domain View of Life. Editorial on the causes of criminality and making a connection between Bolshevism, the Russian revolution and Dadaism.

.....Bolshevism, as a system of Government, has shown itself a lamentable failure in Russia, despite the reiterations of the red-raggers. It will never be accepted by a democratic people, but the Bolshevik teaching may, before it is relegated to the scrap heap like futurism and cubism, and Dadaism, all part of itself, set many a worthy but ignorant young man's steps into criminal paths. The increase in crimes against property is directly traceable to its influence.
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* The West Australian, Perth, 25 December 1920. One Thing and Another. Brief comment on the First International Dada Fair, Berlin.

Harrison Owen's London letter in Tuesday’s "West Australian" contained an interesting paragraph concerning a jazz poet who has been rioting in London. In Berlin the jazz has invaded other forms of art; it spreads itself over canvas and has out-cubed Cubism. The alleged artistic jazz clique called themselves Dadaists, and their pictures are said to be quite beyond description. No one can tell what a Dadaist picture is about; if he could it would not be Dadaism, but some lower form of art. The "Chief Dada" and his satellites recently held an exhibition of pictures, which was attended by an uncultured and humorless member of the Reichswehr, or National Army. One picture particularly extracted his attention and he declared it was an insult. "No" somebody suggested "it's a fish." But the military officer refused to believe it; the thing was a libel on the corps to which he belonged. He set the law in motion and, as the Chief Attorney could not see the fish either, he was persuaded it must be an insult. So the Chief Dada and his friends will have to appear in court to answer the serious charge of having libelled the Reichswehr.
 
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* The Herald, Melbourne, 30 December 1920. Nightmares in Color. Salon's Autumn Exhibition. True Art of Furnishing.
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* The Sun, Sydney, 9 January 1921. Streets of Paris.

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* The Sun, Sydney, 13 February 1921. Art and the Ages. A brief critique of Dada's rejection of artistic tradition.

ART AND THE AGES
 
A gentleman lecturing to members of the Institute of Architects advised his hearers to "revel in your work of beauty," and to "banish all thought of precedent and convention from your minds." Now art is like any other human activity. It goes forward in many directions, it explores new fields, but it is irrevocably founded upon the experience and wisdom of the past. In sculpture the Greeks have never been surpassed; in architecture the succeeding centuries have given us nothing finer than the Parthenon and the Gothic cathedrals. Any artist who casts precedent out of his mind casts away the accumulated wisdom and technique of the masters, and starts all over again at a stage no higher than that of the Italian primitives, or the hut-builders, or the savages who beat upon tom-toms. At the same time, the artist must explore. No great man but took precedent a little further along. Beethoven was not content to imitate Haydn. He added something of his great self to music where Haydn left it. Michel Angelo improved upon his masters and forerunners. It is not enough to study the past — that way lies the academic in art. Nor is it enough to rely upon one's own genius and cast aside the ladder by which the masters climbed before one's wings are fitted. That way lies cubism and futurism and dadaism, and all the diseases of aestheticism which now afflict the artistic activities of the world.

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* The Sun, Sydney, 1 May 1921. New Paris Cocktail.

NEW PARIS COCKTAIL
A Fearful Concoction.
 
Paris may be a refuge today for thirsty ones of the United States, but even the most desperate rum hound will sniff twice before gulping down the French capital's latest cocktail (says a Paris wireless to the New York Herald). It is called the Despair Cocktail, and it well deserves that name. It is compose of equal parts of eau de cologne, essence of mint and bay rum. The inventor is Jean Cocteau, an exponent of the latest artistic fad, Dadaism. The Despair Cocktail has not yet appeared in the bars of the boulevards; but is described in an article on gastronomy by Emile Henriot in the Temps.
 
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* The Herald, Melbourne, Tuesday, 14 June 1921. A literary review of Dada poetry and writing, in close association with that of the Futurists.

Recent Literature
FUTURISM AND "DADAISM"
BY ARCHIBALD T. STRONG

A French comic paper once published a cartoon showing a cubist painter discoursing to a small audience about  his art. He was standing on a dais, and on one side of him was his model, a rosy-cheeked apple-girl. On the other side was his canvas, covered with a number of queer, clashing, geometrical figures, with here and there a splash of red, representing, according to the beholders' choice, the girl's cheeks or the apples. To the uninstructed, the portrait might as easily have been that of a dead bullock in a slaughter yard as of an apple-girl. But the painter remarked to his audience, with an air of finality: "I don't say that's how you see her, and I don't say that is how I see her: but I do say that's how she is." This cartoon, in my opinion, has a bearing not only on modernist painting, but on modernist poetry, in which one may include "futurism" and "dadism." Though the "dadaist" denies the fact, and claims to be a law, or a lack of law, unto himself, he obviously owes much to Martinetti, that most curious manifestation of the Latin mind. Martinetti, in a remarkable preface, declared futurism to be based on that complete renewal of human sensibility which, so he claimed, has taken place since the great scientific discoveries.

The Futurist Platform

It appears that telegraphs, telephones, gramophones, cycles, transatlantic steamers, aeroplanes, cinematographs and the big daily papers have altered the perceptions, and even the soul, of man, and demand for their interpretation a new poetry finding issue in new forms. Some of the things emphasized by that poetry Martinetti declares to be: — Acceleration of life which now has almost invariably "quick rhythm" (the poet will perhaps allow for the fact that life is very much faster in some sense than in others); horror of that which is old and known; love of the new and the unforeseen (one wonders whether one would be expected to love the brontosaurus were he suddenly to appear in one's study); abhorrence of a quiet life (not much need for abhorring this, in these days, especially in places like Upper Silesia); love of danger, and attraction toward the heroism of daily life; exact knowledge of "that which is for each unrealisable and unreachable" (which knowledge might perhaps be attained by those characters of Lewis Carrol’s who practised believing three impossible things each morning before breakfast); depreciation of love: the lover pure and simple, it appears, "has lost all prestige, love has lost its absolute value"; passion, art and idealism in business and in sport; development of a purely financial consciousness (as when one receives one's income tax assessment); development of a "conception and love" of sports records (our own Australia, then, would seem to be full of unconscious futuristic poets); a new "touristic consciousness of transatlantics" (i.e. transatlantic liners) and large hotels (one supposes that the futurist whose touristic consciousness was limited to small hotels would be a mere minor poet); nausea of the curved line, of the spiral, of that which revolves (all this suggests sea sickness); love of the straight line and of the terminal; horror of slowness of details, of prolix analysis, of explanations (there is clearly no place for the futurist in politics).

Keats in Futurist Dress

These are the general ideas - if the word be not an insult to the movement - behind futurism: but there must also come a liberation of words. "The poet's imagination must connect distant objects without connecting wires, and by means only of essential words, and these absolutely at liberty." Syntax must be thrown to the winds: how could the futurist be bothered with such a leaden, sober thing when, as he tells us, "lyricism is simply the exceptional faculty of intoxicating and being intoxicated with life"? Qualifying adjectives must be suppressed, since they are only "railway or semaphoric signals of style" (whatever this may be supposed to mean). That part of the futuristic programme which concerns words is not nearly so fatuous as it may perhaps sound, and a great poet, Stephane Mallarme, would certainly have subscribed to several of its articles. The fallacy of the general principles is due to the assumption that new material creations necessarily occasion - or, indeed, can possibly occasion — new emotions or modes of perception. The claim of the futurists, however, is at least an intelligible one; it is their practice which betrays their weakness. Martinetti’s own poems are not written in English and cannot well be translated; but Sir Henry Newbolt has shown amusingly how Keat’s Ode to the Nightingale would look if it were recast in futuristic form. Here is the beginning of the "revised version": —

NIGHTINGALE | MISERY

1. Heart-ache numbness pain - opiate envy - happiness.
Jug — jug — jug — bubble — bubble beech-trees summer shadows.
2. Drink coolness wine - Flora country-dance song.
Mirth vintage bubbles blushes beads brim.

A hundred years ago Shelley unconsciously dealt the death-blow to futurism — or to futuristic practice — by enunciating the supremo principle of poetry which it violates. Life, he said, in substance, possesses a harmony or rhythm of its own, which must necessarily be reproduced in all true poetry, since poetry is the reflection of life. "An observation of the regular mode of the recurrence of harmony in the language of poetical minds, together with its relation to music, produced metre, or a certain system of traditional forms of harmony and language." Now futuristic verse possesses no harmony: its very essence is discord. That is why it is not poetry.

"Dada" and Delirium

Concerning "dadaism," futurism's lively and shameless offspring, Mr F.S. Flint supplies some curious particulars in a recent issue of the "Chapbook." It appears that all Paris, or that part of it which cares for literature, is at present talking of “dada”. The word “dada” means "hobby-horse" and its significance is thus "explained" by M. Deemee, editor of a “dadaist” magazine:—

All is dada.
Everyone has his dadas (hobby horses).
You worship your dadas, which you have made gods of.
The dadaists know their dadas and laugh at them. It is their great superiority over you.
Dada is a fundamentally non-religious attitude, analogous to that of a scientist with his eye glued to the microscope.
Dada is irritated by those who write "Art," "Beauty.” “Truth," with capital letters, and who make of them entities superior to man. Dada scoffs at capital letters atrociously.
Dada, ruining the authority of constraint, tends to set free the natural play of activities. Dada therefore leads to amoralism, and to the most spontaneous and consequently the least logical lyricism.
Dada scrapes from us the thick layer of filth deposited on us by the last few centuries.
Dada destroys and stops at that. Let Dada help us to make a complete clearance, then each of us rebuild a modern house with central heating and everything to the drain, dadas of 1920.

This illustrates the anarchy of thought, form, and emotion which is at the back of Dada. It was apparently founded in 1916 at the Cabaret Voltaire, at Zurich, by M. Tristan Tzara, a Rumanian, who now lives and writes in Paris This is M. Tzara's "explanation" of Dada: -

DADA MEANS NOTHING

If I shout—
Ideal, Ideal, Ideal,
Knowledge, knowledge, knowledge
Boomboom, boomboom, boomboom

I have sat down exactly enough progress, law, morality, and all the other fine qualities which so many very intelligent people have discussed in so many books, to come finally to this, that, after all, each one has danced according to his own personal boom boom, and that, so far as he is concerned, his boom boom is right; satisfaction of a sickly curiosity; private hell for inexplicable needs; bath; pecuniary difficulties; stomach with repercussion on life.

Dadaist "Lyrics"

Here are two specimens of dadaist lyrics, in Mr Flint's translation. The first is by M. Picabia:—

You must go to the circus
To have your poems read by clowns
The future does not exist although I feel better
Beneath a snow-storm in a car
The Peace Treaty I mean
Sits in the theatrical world
Above the table
The general strike
Makes love idiotic

The second masterpiece, entitled "Curtains," is by M. Andre Breton:

Mousetraps of the soul after the extinction
of the white radiator
Meridian of the Sacraments
Connecting rod of the ship
Raft
Pretty stranded grass-wrack of every color
Shivers on coming home in the evening
Two heads like a. pair of scales.

Some apparently regard the Dadaists as prophets of a new faith: others think they are as mad as hatters. One learned French critic considers that in their insistence on individualism-at-any-price they represent the bankruptcy of romanticism, and unconsciously illustrate the need for a return to classicism. But what if the "dadaists" are just clever fellows with a keen sense of fun who get enormous joy out of the writings of those who are fools enough to take them seriously?
 
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* The Inverell Times, 28 June 1921. New Parisian Craze - Dada-ism, with Green Eyes. Report on a Dada  Salon held in Paris.

NEW PARISIAN CRAZE
DADA-ISM, WITH GREEN EYES.

Who, what, or why is Dada? The answer is: Dada. Quite mad, of course. The Dada season has opened. I received an invitation to go and visit the Dada Salon. I went. I have a headache, which even the Dadists could not cure (writes the Paris correspondent of the 'Daily Express '). But there must be numerous other headaches in Paris to-day, for there was a crowd of people who jammed themselves into a tiny little room among the Dadists. Dada lives in the Avenue Klober. The headquarters was once a shop; it still resembles a shop, and a small fronted shop at that. The facade says: 'Sans Parell,' and in the window there are things you see in a lobster salad nightmare. The prospectus says that the pictures, Dada's pictures, are to art what the cinema is to photography. So now you know. Nobody knows what the pictures are intended to convey. There are faces and fishes, and animals, and scientific figures, and hats all jumbled up together. The result is ... Dada. However, there was also a Dada play. The curtain went up and disclosed a cave. Then the lights went out, and one heard phrases, which means nothing at all. Such sentences as 'a game of billiards played in the cardinal's intestines.' A voice out of the darkness began to insult all the people present whose names were known. But this is not now. It originated in the Montmartre cabarets. The Dadists walked about, without ties, but wearing white gloves. One Dada kept on repeating: 'It rains on the cranium.' Another mewed like a cat. Two others kept on shaking hands with each other. Somebody announced that the Dada season, which had just opened, had 'green eyes.'  
 
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* Western Mail, Perth, 30 June 1921. My Office Window. A critique of Dada performances in Paris.

It is quite possible that in his "Koluiyatch" skit, Max Boerbohm was hitting off at the Dadas, one of the latest and most ridiculous art coteries to be found in Paris. The Dadas produce little play (among their other literary activities) and probably laugh very heartily up themselves at the mystification and bewilderment of their audiences. Says Mr. Sisley Huddleston: "Of the little plays that were presented, the best was entitled "The Silent Canary.” An eccentric man mounted a high ladder and talked nonsense with a philosophical air, while on the stage a girl proclaimed herself Messalina - and a black man insisted many times that he was Gounod. It was funny just because it was so senseless ... The most pretentious of the plays was Tzara's ‘First Heavenly Adventure of M. Antipyrine.’ There were eight characters. . . . The costumes consisted of tubes of cardboard which hid the face of the actors. The eight players stood in a row and recited in turn meaningless speeches. Lest someone should accuse me of coming to hasty conclusions, I will translate a typical Tzara production:

The equatorial bite in the bluish rock weighs upon the night intimate scent of the ammoniacal candles the flower is a lamp-post doll listens to the mercury which mounts which shows the windmill holding on the viaduct before yesterday is not the ceramic of the chrysanthemum which turns the head and the cold the hour has sounded in your mouth once more a broken angel which falls …

When it was all over we were once more informed that we were imbeciles and told to get out.
 
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* The Grafton Argus and Clarence River Advertiser, 17 September July 1921. Report on Beater at Potsdam.

A NEW AUTOCRAT
POTSDAM'S LATEST ASPIRANT.
"THE PRESIDENT OF THE GLOBE."

Potsdam has a new autocrat. Unlike all the previous great ones who gave Potsdam its notoriety, he is an autocrat without an army. He wears an ordinary lounge suit (German cut), and his only peculiarity is a taste for vivid neckties (wrote George Renwick, the special correspondent of the London "Daily Chronicle" recently). His followers look a trifle wilder than he does, as they have a belief in the beauty of long hair and a disbelief in the stiff starched collar of ordinary civilisation. The autocrat calls himself the "President of the Terrestrial Globe," and he has already informed the Great Powers, through France, of his assumption of this spacious title. "The President of the Terrestrial Globe" — he has written to President Millerand, or at least he says he has — "congratulates the victorious Powers with France at their head. Through France he sends to all nations of the world his thanks for their having brought the war to an end." This "President of the Terrestrial Globe" is none other than a person named Baader, who has for years been known as the "Chief Dada."

Artistic Anarchists.

The Dadaists form a small band of artistic anarchists. Some of them are poets; others are painters and sculptors. Futurism to them is a back number; cubism is an ancient insanity. Dadaism is the thing. Their art — whether painting, sculpture, or poetry — is not even understood outside their ranks by as many people as understand Einstein's theory of relativity. How they hold the mirror up to Nature may be judged by the fact that a law suit recently took place on account of a Dadaist picture of a fish. An army office regarded it as a caricature of himself, and had the painter hauled before a Judge and smartly fined. The Chief Dada, under the alias already mentioned, is going to make things hum, and not only at Potsdam. In Potsdam he will open the "Free Dadaist University," for the spread of a new Dadaist philosophy, which is the secret of the Chief Dada. Three other such universities will be opened at an early date. The people of Potsdam — who have still a weakness for autocrats — are getting interested in this "world ruler," and so, it is said, are the police.
 
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* Art in Australia, number 11, December 1921. Syd Long interview with A.G. Stephens. Long was an Australian artist then resident in London. He was a landscape painter and also one of the founders of the British Society of Graphic Arts.

That is really a conservative Society of earnest and thoughtful painters, etchers, and black-and-white artists. It represents a back-to-drawing movement, back-to-structure, back-to-the-bones, which we think you must have before you can state to put impressionist flesh on. It has been felt for a good while among the best minds of English art that Impressionism, Cubism, Vorticism, Dada, and the rest, were being carried too far. Nature was lost in a kind of mental wilderness. Truth was lost in outrageous decoration with some alleged miracle of meaning that only the decorator and the people he hypnotised could see.

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1922

* The Daily Telegraph, Sydney, Friday, 25 August 1922. Opera Ball for Children's Hospital. On this occasion a group came to the ball dressed as 'Les Dadaists' and another a Futurists. Both were arranged by Mrs. Bayley and Mrs. Dudley-Smith. It is not known exactly what these costumes comprised, or what they were based on, though there were some reports in Australian newspapers at the time around Dada and Paris fashion.
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* The Western Mail, Perth, 14 December 1922. Paris in the Looking Glass.

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1923

* The Age, Melbourne, 6 January 1923. The Salon D-Automne, Paris.
 
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* The Sun, Sydney, 5 June 1923. Sanity in Art - Exhibition for London - A Show of Sunshine.

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* The Sun, Sydney, Friday 13 July 1923. Art of the Future. A critical review of the European Art exhibition brought to Sydney and Melbourne and curated by Penleigh Boyd. This review is unique in extolling the importance of Dada, Cubist and other similar works on show. It also specifically identifies two works which it labels as Dadaist, though the attribution is debatable.

ART OF THE FUTURE
Triangles and Vortices
"CHAMBER OF HORRORS"
(By Our Special Da-da-ist Representative)

As a confirmed vorticist from birth, I protest against the prejudice that has put the only pictures worth exhibiting in the European Art Exhibition at the Town Hall in a secluded corner, termed by the reactionaries in art "the chamber of horrors." On the main walls there is shown a thoroughly representative collection of modern art. The public seems to find these pictures delightful, and  goes into ecstacies of admiration over many of the canvases signed by names that are known to all. Little do the devotees of these pictures know that the art they so stupidly admire, the art of Gerald Kelly, Algernon Talmage, Walter Strang, J.S. Sargent, and other members of the Royal Academy and members of French and other art societies, is an art already dead. These renowned and popular pictures are merely part of a tradition that has already passed away, to make room for the post-impressionists, the futurists, the cubists, the vorticists, and the da-da-ists.

The traditional art that clutters up this exhibition actually represents things as they are, while the futurists and other "ists" have taken a great step forward, and triumphantly represent things as they aren't and never could be. Pathetic it is to a confirmed vorticist like myself are the sincere, but misplaced efforts of the modern masters to give us beautiful color and perfect tone and nature seen through the artists' temperament. As if any of those things matter twopence to the futurist! So with a shudder of horror I hurried through the galleries that displayed these atrocities of modern and renowned Royal Academicians, and found peace in the mystic revelations of the so-called "Chamber of Horrors."

ANY SIDE UP

These are the masterpieces of the future! Consider the beauty of "Tears," if that is the name of this noble picture, which shows four faces with eight streams of tears falling mathematically upon four profiles that look like four Tutankhamens in pain. The artist, however, has made the awful mistake of making the faces look like faces. The purchaser of this picture, cheap at 330gns., will obtain four pictures for the one price, as it looks just as well whichever side is regarded as the top. This picture is a noble example of the Tuttists.

The seascape by [Raol] Dufy (95gns.) [#540 - La fenetre sur la mer / The window to the sea] is the most delightful da-da-ist picture in the show.

Raoul Dufy, Fenetre ouverte devant la mer, 1923. This watercolour is perhaps similar to the work included in the 1923 Australian exhibition. It's classification as Dadaist is likely erroneous.

The artist conforms strictly to the rule of this school by drawing the iron-work of the balcony all askew, for the beauty of the moonlit sea beyond should absorb all the spectator's interest. It does, too, owing to the inspiration that induced the artist to draw 100 little black-outlined triangles to represent 100 waves. Close examination of the deliberately distorted shutter indicates that Dufy has gone beyond the da-da-ists, and now proclaims himself the leader of the infantist school.

[Kees] Van Dongen's masterpiece of a green lady, anxiously wondering if she has another camisole in the wash, is another triumph of the da-da-ist method, modestly priced at 330gns [#574 - Comtesse d'Archante - illustrated in black and white in the review] .


Wladimir Polunin has two exquisite examples of the cubist school. One is entitled "Folk Dance" and the other "Russian Fair"; and one is worth twice the other, though it is difficult to see why. "The Dance" shows Mephistopholes, with angel's wings and a cylindrical head, and a Marguerite with a head like a lead pencil; but in the companion picture the artist has overcome this pardonable weakness and made his men and women perfectly triangular. It would make a brilliant illustration for any book of Euclid. Violet Polurina has a sister to this masterpiece. It is titled "Across the Fence." Though a K.A. might think it distinctly over the fence, this charming cubist idyll will repay the closest study. The skirt of the cubist damsel is a perfect triangle — and what more could any cubist artist want?

THE BLAGUE-IST SCHOOL

After prolonged study the motif of "Cats" is plain to any futurist student. The artist has, unhappily, failed to make his cats triangular, and has fallen into the fallacy of the "curvist" school; but among the rounded crimson ant-heaps from which green volcanoes spout, two cats can be discovered.

With his picture of a castle, de Waroquier [#509 - Entrevaux] proclaims himself the perfect vorticist. Nature abhors a vacuum, but loves a vortex. Einstein would delight in this glorious conception. Even the sky is cut up into vortices, or, maybe isotherms.


 
 Henri de Waroquier, Eglise d'Entrevaux [Church in Entrevaux], oil on canvas, 1920, Museum of Modern Art of Paris. This work may be similar in colouring and the application of paint to the one included in the 1923 Australian exhibition and illustrated above in black and while within the newspaper article, or to the one below from a public collection.

Henri de Waroquier, Le pont d'Entrevaux, 1922. Royal Museum of Fine Arts of Belgium.

"The Barn" is available for 75gns. Criticism is in despair before this mystical and alluring picture. The artist, S. Ivon Hitchens, has made the pardonable mistake of attempting to explain this curly-curly example of curvist school.

S. Ivon Hitchens,  Curved Barn, oil on canvas, 1922. Pallant House Gallery, England. This is similar to the work reproduced in the original exhibition catalogue.

He airily remarks that it is an essay in essential form and the dynamic relation of one plane to another. The essential form of a barn is a wild whirlpool of foliage sawn into big blocks in dynamic relation to a Chinese pagoda. Sargeant, for all his genius, never did anything like this; though Augustus John, the leader of the Blague-ist school, has valiantly attempted it. The main precept of this school is to look steadily at the object and see how it can be distorted. Augustus John fails, however, in his attempt to follow his master, Matisse, by allowing the spectator to discover what his seascape is about. The picture that shows curved omnibuses corkscrewing through intoxicated streets, with dipsomanlc buildings conforming to the curves, is a pure study in speed. It indicates in the most marvellous manner the vibration caused by these juggernauts. All the evidences indicate that it was painted in a bus. The picture of the green costers in purple and green trousers is a blot on this collection, as these figures are recognisably human. As for the landscapes, some are greener than the others, and some couldn't be. Every da-da-ist is earnestly recommended to study these examples of the new art with the earnestness with which they were conceived. If only the rest of the pictures wore turned to the wall the exhibition would merit the highest praise.

[Illustrated: The Castle - As a vorticist sees it; Comptesse D'Archante - By van Dongen. Otherwise (see text) La Seule Camisole. The School of Matisse; Across the Fence - A cubist idyll. "Over the Fence" would be a better descripton.]
 
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* The Age, Melbourne, 20 July 1923. A European Art Exhibition for Australia. Curated by the Australian artist Penleigh Boyd with overseas assistance, and toured to Sydney and Melbourne.
 
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* The Age, Melbourne, 20 July 1923. A European Art Exhibition for Australia. Extract from a review of the European Art Exhibition, with a critical comment on Dada.

....Included in the catalogue are one or two reproductions of the movement known as "vorticism," ''cubism," or "dadaism" — we do not know exactly under which heading they come, but heaven forbid that any of our young Australian artists should become inoculated with this exceedingly unpleasant microbe. One exhibitor naively describes his offering as "An Essay in Essential Form and the Dynamic Relation of One Place to Another"; the other, "A Mental View of the Pure Form of Objects Visually Seen Enveloped in Light and Space." "Mental" seems to be the word.
 
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The Herald, Melbourne, 8 August 1923. Contains the following comment: 'Also included are examples of the work of famous futurists, cubists, dadaists, vorticists, about whom much controversy has been raised.'

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* The Argus, Melbourne, 15 August 1923. Letter to the editor from Penleigh Boyd, curator of the travelling European Art Exhibition. The letter is defensive of the exhibition content, pointing out the inclusion of 'extreme' content such as Cubist and Dada works.

EUROPEAN ART EXHIBITION.
TO THE EDITOR OF THE ARGUS.

Sir, In order to remove any possible misapprehension on the part of the public regarding the object and aims of the promoters of the European Art Exhibition, I would be very grateful if you could insert this letter in your paper. The exhibition was originally promulgated for the purpose of bringing modern European art more prominently before the people of Australia, who had suffered on account of the distance from the old world in matters pertaining to art, particularly in the case of the modem movements. The project has been materially assisted with the patronage of the Commonwealth and State Governments and various influential private citizens.

In making the selection every school has been included, even to the most extreme of cubists vorticists, neoimpressionists, Dadaists, &c. This attempt to give an epitome of the art of the world is unique, and any danger that there may be of minimising its importance should be strictly avoided. These extremist pictures have given rise to a certain amount of criticism of the exhibition generally, so much so that I have even considered excluding them altogether. It stands to reason in an exhibition of such range that the most extreme examples catch the eye first, and so tend to obscure the more sober and sane canvases. This exhibition does not represent the personal taste of any individual, as is apparently the general idea, but to each school has been given the selection of its own typical exponents. The selectors were appointed by the guarantors in all countries of Europe, and except in very few cases was my own personal choice exercised. I could not pretend to know the difference between a cubist and a Chronoluminarianist, and so preferred to leave it entirely to them to decide who should represent that particular school.

My object in asking you to insert this explanation is that, to the casual observer, there is nothing to draw  attention to any of the finer examples and in order to get the full value of this unique opportunity it is necessary to study this exhibition intelligently and from the point of view for which it was organised. Europe being as it is in a state of chaos, and art being as it is expressive always of the spirit and time of the country, this exhibition illustrates more adequately than any other method could do the hectic condition of modem life in the old world, and as such alone should be of intense interest. In order to give the fullest possible advantages the guarantors have decided to allow schools and art students free access to the exhibition throughout the tour. – Yours, &c. Penleigh Boyd, Athenaeum Hall, August 14.
 
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* The Age, Melbourne, 18 August 1923. The Dadaistes Take a Hand. When Paris Takes Itself Seriously.
 
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1924

* The West Australian,  Perth, 6 May 1924.  Woman's Interest. Paris in the Looking Glass. Brief mention of Dada in relation to fashion.

On this severely plain frock, the touch of distinction is often given by a bit of embroidery, or a brilliant sash weighted with a garland of flowers, or fruit, or with the inevitable wisp of tulip in the shape of a scarf in brilliant colour - which accompanies all evening dresses today. It is here that the girl with nothing a year is favoured by the mode. For she may take a very simple frock, and by a clever use of such decorations, transform it into one which has that touch of individuality, which makes it hers, and hers alone. This is especially true of frocks for evening wear, for in them, one may be as original as a Dadaist painting, or as delicately decked with flowers as a Dresden shepherdess.

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1925

* The Age, Melbourne, 10 January 1925. The Salone D'Automne. Where the Artists of the World Congregate.
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* The West Australian, Perth, 7 March 1925; The Age, Melbourne, 7 May 1925. The Lure of the Illusive. A purile critical assessment of Dada literary expression.

.....No sane person could be expected to regard seriously any of the numerous literary and artistic schools that are continually advertising themselves mainly by means of their utter incomprehensibility. If one excepts what has not inaptly been called the 'Asylum School' of 'poets in England, to which movement several of the most distinguished exponents of free verse belong by choice rather than by necessity, the Dadaistes, who a year or two ago attracted some attention among the literary and artistic coteries of Paris, are the most manifestly absurd. The rich eccentricity of this particular group achieved its sublime apotheosis through the public presentment of a play felicitously entitled the 'First Heavenly Adventure of M. Antipyrine,' by Tristan Tzara, who is, or was, the literary leader of the Dadas. But the absolute hopelessness of reading any real meaning into the poems and plays produced by the exemplars of these little mutual admiration societies of pretentious literary persons puts them definitely out of court as affording a legitimate scope for the would be solver of problems, who might be more pleasantly, if hardly more profitably, employed in asking himself one or other of those vexed questions which have fascinated and baffled the minds of so many men. The meaning, for instance, of that strange, rather disquieting smile of la Gioconda, which the genius of Leonardo has made famous the wide world over; or the precise attitude of the incomparable Venus of Milo before she became bereft of her arms - a disability that has awakened the romantic speculations and conjectures of generations of mankind....
 
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Post Dada - 1925+

From 1925 onwards Surrealism - in many ways an offspring of Dada - began to influence Australian artists such as James Gleeson and Albert Tucker, reaching some prominence in the 1930s and 1940s. Like Dada before it, there was no distinct Surrealist movement in Australia at the time. It was more a case of individual expression, taking on board the writings of Breton and others, alongside the art of Salvador Dali and former Dadaists such as Max Ernst and Marcel Duchamp. In Germany during the 1930s Dada, German Expressionism and Surrealism were lumped in amongst the so-called 'Degenerate Art' which the Nazis sought to collect, expose and, in many instances, destroy. Of course their opposition to Dada was as much political as it was racial, cultural or aesthetic.


Adolf Hitler attends the Degenerate Art Exhibition, Berlin, 1937. Dada features in the works on display.

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Dada in Australia - post WWII
 
1951
 
- Barry Humphries and friends hold a Dada exhibition at their school, Melbourne Grammar.

Barry was particularly drawn to Dadaist painting and ideas - to Duchamp, Picabia and Schwitters. He experimented with the style, and longed to exhibit his own work. Whizzer Grant agreed to hold an exhibition at school. John Perry and Barry revelled in their preparations. They created a couple of 'rubbishscapes' that included meat and other rotting items of garbage, and dragooned others to help them create several 'exquisite corpses', large collaborative drawings of human bodies on folded paper. Perry created a work made entirely of broken glass but it was considered too dangerous to display. The shock value of the exhibits excited Barry and his friends. The exhibition allowed him to demonstrate his keen understanding of Dadaist ideas. (Pender 2010)
 
1952
 
- Barry Humphries, then a student at the University of Melbourne, stages Melbourne’s first Dadaist art exhibition (Humphries 1992, 1993, 2003).

1968
 
- Sydney Morning Herald, 22 August 1968 - Noel Hutchinson, The Dada Touch. Review of exhibitions by Barry Humphries and Gary Shead. 
 
- Sydney Morning Herald, 30 July 19... - James Canaday: Back to Dada
 
During the 1960s Sydney artist Martin Sharp produced numerous works which reflected the influence of German Expressionism, Dada and Surrealism, whilst his activities as a newspaper cartoonist and with the Sydney and London editions of the counterculture flagship magazine OZ reflected the Dada anarchic ethic. Sharp refused to be categorized as an artist, or to be tied down as an individual. For example, in 1968 – the year of Marcel Duchamp's death - he experimented with works on mylar and solid sheets of plastic, just as Duchamp had done with glass in his famous 1915 work The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors / Large Glass.

1984
 
- Sydney Morning Herald, 15 April 1984. Terence Maloon, Dada, Heartfield and the origins of punk.

1993
 
- Sun Herald, 14 March 1993. Dadaism? Humph? Review of an exhibition at the National Gallery of Australia.

2015

- a group of contemporary Australian artists stage an exhibition entitled Dada Lives! at the Hatch Contemporary Artspace, Ivanhoe, New South Wales. This exhibition celebrated the centenary of the birth of Dada in Zurich, and revealed its ongoing influence.

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References

Abbs, Annabel, Australian women sought inspiration in 1920s Paris art scene, The Australian, 4 November 2016.

BBC, Dada: The Original Art Rebels, BBC Television, 2016.

Brown, Jenny, They're odd but we love ‘em, Domain, 31 August 2013. Available URL: https://www.domain.com.au/news/theyre-odd-but-we-love-em-20130829-2ssyy/.

Dadaism in Australia, Who Ha Dada [website], 24 January 2020.

Holsworth, Mark, Barry Humphries and Dada in Australia, Black Mark: Melbourne art and culture critic [blog], 27 April 2023.

Hulsenbeck, Richard, DADA Almanac, Berlin, 1920.

Humphries, Barry, More Please, Penguin, Ringwood, 1992.

-----, My Life as Me, Penguin, Camberwell, 2003, 352p.

-----, Big - Barry Humphries, Dada Artist, National Gallery of Australia, 1993. Exhibition plus booklet.

Kuenzli, Rudolph, Dada, Phaidon Press, London, 2006.

Neumann, Francis M., New York Dada 1915-23, Harry N. Abrams, New York, 1994, 255p.

Pender, Anne, One Man Show - The Stages of Barry Humphries, ABC Books, 2010, 454p.

Reid, Graham, Barry Humphries on and off the record: the early years of an agent provocateur, Elsewhere, 7 July 2010.

Tara, Tristan, Lecture on Dada, 1922.

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