Tristan Tzara, Speaking alone

Illustrations created for the texts of Speaking alone of Tristan Tzara.

"I still did not say anything but I do not think less drink a cup of tea save time playing little visit stores waste the sugar a laugh give a drink to the sick trotting menu silent the rocks warning the smoke untie the butterflies of fraternity count the nettles guess the blinds what does this hides from us with a taste of a thousand years in the mouth" Les Mots de paille, 8

“I still did not say anything
but I do not think less
drink a cup of tea
save time playing little
visit stores
waste the sugar a laugh
give a drink to the sicks
trotting lightly
silent the rocks
warning the smoke
untie the butterflies of fraternity
count the nettles
guess the blinds
what does this hides from us
with a taste of a thousand years
in the mouth”
The words of straw, 8

"libre à toi libre à moi de n'avoir ni joie ni flamme tous ensemble et chacun pour soi piaille fille de personne fais la branche fais la planche je sauterai par-dessus ou marcherai entre les jambes d'un seul rire écartelé l'une est noire l'autre aurore qu'est-ce que c'est celle qui rit de ne pas pleurer celle qui pleure de ne pas aimer coccinelle au bout du nez" Les Mots de paille, 10

“free to you free to me
have neither joy nor flame
together and every man for himself
squeals nobody’s girl
do branch do board
I will jump over
or walk between the legs
of a single laugh torn apart
one is black the other dawn
what’s it
the one who laughs of not crying
the one who cries of not loving
ladybug on tip of the nose”
The words of straw, 10

"dépêchez-vous dépêchez-vous l'acrobate sur la corde transpercé de part en part une aiguille au bout du monde fait éclater la lumière c'est un oiseau de sel brisant la nuit et la liberté se répand comme du lait comme du sang"  Les Mots de paille, 11

“hurry up hurry up
the acrobat on the string
pierced from side to side
a needle at the end of the world
blow up the light
it’s a bird of salt
breaking the night
and freedom spreads
like milk like blood”
The words of straw, 11