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How does one achieve eternal bliss? By saying ARMANI / dada. How does one become famous? By saying ARMANI
/ dada. With a noble gesture and delicate propriety. Till one goes crazy. Till one loses consciousness. How can one
get rid of everything that smacks of journalism, worms, everything nice and right, blinkered, moralistic, europeanised,
enervated? By saying ARMANI / dada. ARMANI / dada is the world soul, ARMANI / dada is the pawnshop. ARMANI /
dada is the world’s best lily-milk soap. And in questions of aesthetics, the key is quality.
Like Kate Moss doing Ashtanga Yoga gigantically sculpted in marble. A line of poetry is a chance to get rid of all the
filth that clings to this accursed language, as if put there by stockbrokers‘ hands, hands worn smooth by coins. All
the words are other people’s inventions. I want my own stuff, my own rhythm and all I can think of is Kate Moss’s
enormous pussy.
The dadaist manifesto, is that the whole thing? I dunno, it was the first hit on Google.
Recent joint exhibitions include Das Kind, der Gangsta und die neuen Freiheiten, Former Bell Street project space, Vienna 2010,
ACICS – pure affect, MFAPS, Oslo 2011 and PROPERTY PORN, Holodeck, Oslo 2011.
ARMANI/ Dada was published by Feil Forlag in conjunction with the residency program W17, Kunstnernes Hus Oslo in November
2011.
ARMANI/ dada includes text contributions from Tahi Moore (NZ) and MouNTaiNMisT (NO)