Dada is the sun, Dada is the egg. Dada is the Police of the Police.


The other Dada Head

Brian Leiter has been keeping track of other people named 'Brian Leiter,' so I thought I'd take a page from him. Here is another sculpture named 'Dada Head', this one by Sophie Taeuber-Arp, wife of Hans Arp. It was created in 1920.

Even though I was not created with aesthetics in mind--I am anti-art, after all--I think I am much better looking, if I do say so myself.

I hope this Dada Head doesn't start blogging; we might be in for a copyright battle. And I might lose, since 'Dada Head' is really more of a nickname for me. Which would suck: 'Mechanical Head' or 'Wooden Head' (my more 'official' names) just don't have the same ring.

... there's also my subtitle, 'Spirit of the Age', but that's kind of a mouthful. Incidentally, the reason for that title is this: my pop, Raoul Hausmann, said that the average German "has no more capabilities than those which chance has glued on the outside of his skull; his brain remains empty." The symbolism of the various objects attached to me has been interpreted differently. The cup on top of my head, for instance, is thought to be a receptacle for information--the idea being that you can simply pour whatever ideas you like to into people's minds.

This could be seen as sort of a dour message--but the maleability of the mind can also be an avenue for hope. Thus since my creation I have tried my best to wrest control of my mind away from negative forces--violence, hate, fear, desire--and tried to be a 'receptacle' for only the most life-affirming influences--art, love, freedom, etc. I haven't succeeded entirely, of course, but it's an ongoing process; the idea is to be wiser at the end of the day than you were at the beginning.

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