Friday, December 3, 2021

Tzara By Hemingway & Man Ray

 

Ernest Hemingway by Man Ray

From Ernest Hemingway's The Snows of Kilimanjaro

"Later he had seen the things he could never think of and later still he had seen much worse. So when he got back to Paris that time he could not talk about it or stand to have it mentioned. And there in the café as he passed was that American poet with a pile of saucers in front of him and a stupid look on his potato face talking about the Dada movement with a Roumanian who said his name was Tristan Tzara, who always wore a monocle and had a headache..."


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