The DaDa Network

Join hosts Caligula Q. Strawman, K-Slick, Incitatus, Miss Ellanea & others as we review games, watch movies, and talk of everything and nothing. Find all our different shows under The Dada Network header: • +10 XP: The only video game review cast with a sensible rating system. Join Caligula, K-Slick, Incitatus & others for hilarious and insightful reviews of the next game you're gonna want to play. • A Conversation with Everyone: Caligula attempts the Sisyphean task of interviewing every person in existence, join him & our guest of the week for their fascinating and often arcane discussions. • TRASHCAST: Irregular and disjointed tales of intrigue, adventure, and woe! Join our Dada hosts for some touching heart-to-hearts and knock-em-down-drag-em-outs! — Archival Shows (we don't produce these anymore): • It's Not Horror: Dada judges whether a movie is truly worthy if the mantle, “horror.” These were really fun, hopefully we can do some specials in the future. • Steaming Garbage: Our old video game review cast. • The Unwatchables: The only movie review cast with a sensible rating system. — Introductory 3¶ of “Dada Manifesto 1918,” Tristan Tzara The magic of a word—Dada—which has brought journalists to the gates of a world unforeseen, is of no importance to us. To put out a manifesto you must want: ABC to fulminate against 1, 2, 3 to fly into a rage and sharpen your wings to conquer and disseminate little abcs and big abcs, to sign, shout, swear, to organize prose into a form of absolute and irrefutable evidence, to prove your non plus ultra and maintain that novelty resembles life just as the latest-appearance of some whore proves the essence of God. His existence was previously proved by the accordion, the landscape, the wheedling word. To impose your ABC is a natural thing— hence deplorable. Everybody does it in the form of crystalbluffmadonna, monetary system, pharmaceutical product, or a bare leg advertising the ardent sterile spring. The love of novelty is the cross of sympathy, demonstrates a naive je m'enfoutisme, it is a transitory, positive sign without a cause. But this need itself is obsolete. In documenting art on the basis of the supreme simplicity: novelty, we are human and true for the sake of amusement, impulsive, vibrant to crucify boredom. At the crossroads of the lights, alert, attentively awaiting the years, in the forest. I write a manifesto and I want nothing, yet 1 say certain things, and in principle I am against manifestoes, as I am also against principles (half-pints to measure the moral value of every phrase too too convenient; approximation was invented by the impressionists). I write this manifesto to show that people can perform contrary actions together while taking one fresh gulp of air; I am against action; for continuous contradiction, for affirmation too, I am neither for nor against and I do not explain because I hate common sense. […]