If I cry out:
Ideal, ideal, ideal
Knowledge, knowledge, knowledge
Boomboom, boomboom, boomboom
I have given a pretty faithfull version of progress, law, morality and all other fine qualities that various highly inteligent men have discussed in so many books, only to conclude that after all everyone dances to his own personal boomboom, and that the writer is entitled to his boomboom.
Logic imprisoned by the senses is an organic disease.
Morality is an injection of chocolate into the veins of all men. This task is not ordered by a supernatural force but by the trust of idea brokers and grasping academicians.
Abolition of logic, which is the dance of those impotent to create.
You are presented today in pornographic form, a vulgar and baroque spirit which is not the PURE IDIOCY claimed by DADA
BUT DOGMATISM AND PRETENTIOUS IMBECILITY