Tzara&Blake
alan britt
Tristan Tzara&William Blake
converse on a park bench. They watch
many individuals pass by. One after
another people march by... their lives
framed... portraits of logic.
A child skips by.
Already the bars of womanhood are
beginning to cover her face. She stamps
her foot at a mysterious bug... then
delights at the green and purple wings
of a dragonfly. The dragonfly’s eyes
revolve like planets.
Tzara&Blake continue
to discuss the ironies of Swedenborg,
angels&dragonflies. Briefly into
the sunshine steps a man with a
distorted face. “Another marked face,”
says Blake. “That which destroyed
his face created Dada,” adds Tzara.
Their conversation
continues. Among their subjects Rene
Char&Miguel Hernandez. Other plans
are made. After lunch they intend
to study the undersides of various
leaves that have fallen into a nearby
pond.
