Tada-Dada of Alangri-Gloriban
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あらすじ(AIが作成しました)
貴族的なプロレタリアートを自称する筆者が、ダダイズムの精神を投影しながら、名前も知れぬ草花のようなボヘミアンの日常を綴る。尺八でトロイメライを奏でる男や、ロシアの旋律を口ずさむ仲間との交流、そしてスピノザの肖像を想起させる奇妙な人物たちの姿を描写する。自身のダダイズムを考察しつつ、特定の人物との対話を通じて文学的な遊びや諧謔を交えながら、自由闊達に展開される個人の思考と断片的な情景を収める。
リクエストが集まると、作家に音声化の需要が伝わります。
💰 この本を応援する(投げ銭)
Ich Moi bin an Aristocratic Proletariat and an inverted Idealist who contradict himself for ever.
I have just got the conviction of such an audacious fellow who can even plagiarize quite at home, and neologize quite at random like my dear grand Laurence Sterne (who is the Greatest Dadaist ever born in the world, born only too early, and lived and died miserably for the sake of his great Dada.)
To invert Max Stirner into pArt―isn't this another Dadaism ?
Dada-o-koneru,―this “Stray-Leaves Bohemique” is nothing but Dada of poor nameless grasses trampled and dispised under…
Who is the man who plays “Traumerei” on Shakuhati ?
What a foolish fellow who sings ‘Oiwake’ with Mandoline accompane ?
Erochinko nekorond, embracing his old Guitara is humming my favourite petit Russian Melody.
It was just then I sang ‘Oiwake’ for him.
Is there such a beautiful Melody in Japan―sweet and melancholic as ours―?