Full text: Secession (Number one) (1)

instant note brother 
nothing rises nothing descends 
no horizontal movement 
he arises 
nothing stirs neither being nor non — 
being nor the idea nor the prisoner 
chained nor the tramway 
he hears nothing other than himself 
understands nothing other than the 
chairs the stone the cold the water . . . 
knows to pass through solid 
matter 
having no more need of eyes he 
throws them away in the street 
last burst of blood in the 
dusk 
last flourish 
he tears out his tongue — flame 
transfixed by a star 
quieted 
autumn dead like a leaf 
of red palm 
and reabsorbs that which he denied 
and dissolves the project in the other 
hemisphere second season of 
existence 
as the nails and the hairs 
cross and return 
/ 
TRISTAN TZARA 
Translated from the French by Will Bray
	        
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