DADA at MOMA: 11 Outlined Epitaphs

At this crowded exhibit, war is never far from the picture.

by Robert Polito
July 26, the Wednesday I stopped by the Dada show at the Museum of Modern Art for a second look, was also a day that Hezbollah fired some 130 rockets into northern Israel and the Israeli Golani Infantry Brigade attacked the Lebanese border town of Bint Jbail—a day, according to the next morning’s New York Times, with the highest death toll (so far) in the Israel-Hezbollah war. Over the following weekend a “precision-guided bomb” would explode an apartment building in suburban Beirut, killing 60 civilians, more than half of them children. Off the front pages and AWOL from CNN, casualties in Iraq still hovered around 100 every day.

In the subway on the way to the Dada show I flipped through The Poems of Emily Dickinson: “For each ecstatic instant / We must an anguish pay” and “’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, / That nearer, every Day.” I carried a copy of Thomas E. Ricks’s Fiasco: The American Military Adventure in Iraq. At a newsstand on Sixth Avenue I found the latest issue of New York magazine, and later that night would read this query in Kurt Anderson’s column. “Might the Israeli soldiers’ capture turn out to be,” Anderson wondered, “our century’s assassination of an Austrian archduke. . . ?”

Otto Dix, German. Skat Players (Die Skatspieler) (later titled Card-Playing War Cripples [Kartenspielende Kriegskrüppel]). Staatliche Museen zu Berlin, Nationalgalerie. 2006 Nationalgalerie. Staatliche Museen zu Berlin-Preussischer Kulturbesitz.
Dada—for all its playfulness and nonsense—is inextricable from World War I, which emanated from that obscure shooting of Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo on June 28, 1914: the millions of corpses and broken bodies, the hideous death machines, the brutal nationalisms, the insipid pieties, the intuitions of fascism. The Dada painters and poets who came together during the years 1916 through 1924 in Zurich, New York, Berlin, Hanover, Cologne, and Paris—the six fluid Dada enclaves celebrated by the MoMA show—tended to be pacifists and draft dodgers, internationalists and antimilitarists, war exiles. They were as disgusted (and fascinated) by the war as by traditional art or the new commodity culture, and saw World War I as a vicious distillation of modernity.

“But what can I do?” as Lesley Gore sang in “Maybe I Know.” Dada was an emergency, in the form of a response to an emergency. “How can one get rid of everything that smacks of journalism, worms, everything nice and right, blinkered, moralistic, europeanized, enervated?” Hugo Ball, the erudite instigator of Zurich Dada, challenged in a 1916 manifesto. Ball’s answer? “By saying Dada.”

“Saying Dada” ultimately embraced a complex of slippery, contrary notions and lots of devastating, gorgeous, irreconcilable artworks. But as Raoul Hausmann, an artist out of the aggressively politicized Berlin Dada, once proposed, “In Dada you will recognize your real situation.” For many of the strongest Dada figures, such as Hausmann, Hannah Höch, John Heartfield, George Grosz, Otto Dix, Richard Huelsenbeck, George Scholz, Kurt Schwitters, and John Covert, and even to some degree for Marcel Duchamp, Man Ray, and (the Baroness) Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven, “recognizing your real situation” included internalizing, parodying, and embodying the war. “The best and most extraordinary artists,” Huelsenbeck contended in a manifesto he presented to Berlin in 1918, “will be those who every hour snatch the tatters of their bodies out of the frenzied cataract of life, holding fast to the intellect of their time, bleeding from hands and hearts.” He demanded “an art which one can see has let itself be thrown by the explosions of the last week, which is forever gathering up its limbs after yesterday's crash.” Huelsenbeck’s aim, he later said, was “to make literature with a gun in hand.”

The first time I walked through Dada at MoMA, I could notice only what was wrong with the show. Some of my resistance inevitably involved MoMA—the new MoMA essentially is another expensive monument for tourists in New York City; everything about the architecture and the exhibition spaces appears calculated to propel the greatest number of casual viewers in the shortest time through modern masterpieces; and there’s no place to sit, look, and think.

But this Dada show is also a mess—the walls are crowded with too many pieces, as though the curators couldn’t decide whether they were hanging art or artifacts. There’s scant social context for the art and artists despite the emphatic six-city division, and the borders between the cities blur. Dada was a literary movement, yet the books, magazines, and broadsides are on display mainly for their art and design. Depressingly, the MoMA show displays little of the urgent majesty about Dada that you might uncover, say, in Huelsenbeck’s Memoirs of a Dada Drummer, Ball’s Flight Out of Time: A Dada Diary, Robert Motherwell’s The Dada Painters and Poets: An Anthology, or Greil Marcus’s Lipstick Traces.

But on the day I returned, these objections fell away—a war was on inside as well as outside MoMA, and I could see the art again. If you don’t enjoy Dada, you likely imagine that the art is adolescent: collage, photomontage, performance, readymades, put-ons, chance, and stunts. But for both our private and collective sentimental educations, Dada is probably everyone’s virgin avant-garde, at once our earliest personal experience of an artistic vanguard, whether smoked out in high school or college, through Tristan Tzara or Talking Heads (who recorded a Hugo Ball nonsense lyric on Fear of Music), and the common inspiration behind nearly every twentieth-century gesture that mattered, from surrealism to abstract expressionism, Andy Warhol, John Ashbery, and punk.

Here follow 11 necessary Dada at MoMA moments, 11 Dada epitaphs:

Hannah Höch. Cut with the Kitchen Knife through the Last Weimar Beer-Belly Cultural Epoch in Germany (Schnitt mit dem Küchenmesser durch die letzte Weimarer Bierbauchkulturepoche Deutschlands). Staatliche Museen zu Berlin, Nationalgalerie. 2006 Bildarchiv Preussischer Kulturbesitz, Berlin. 2006 Hannah Höch / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn, photo: Jörg P. Anders, Berlin.
1. If you start the Dada show at the Zurich entrance, you can’t miss the glass case containing Sophie Taeuber’s 12 marionettes for the play The King Stag. (In the room behind is a case of her abstract wood sculptures along with a spectral photograph, Self-Portrait with Dada-Kopf [Dada Head].) At once decorative and industrial, homespun and spooky, Taeuber’s spindly troupe reminded me of Elizabeth Bishop’s “The Man-Moth”: “The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat. / It lies at his feet like a circle for a doll to stand on, / and he makes an inverted pin, the point magnetized to the moon.”

2. Certain walls, however overstuffed, are sure to make you physically feel—as Dickinson famously wrote about poetry—as though the top of your head has been taken off. I’m thinking of the Hannah Höch, Kurt Schwitters, and Raoul Hausmann walls. All these displays, surely not coincidentally, are instances of photomontage, a medium invented in the summer of 1918 by either Höch or Hausmann during a holiday to the Baltic Sea, that is, if photomontage wasn't already invented by someone else. (As Hausmann recalled, “It was like a thunderbolt: one could—I saw it instantaneously–make pictures, assembled entirely from cut-up photographs.”)

El Lissitzky (Lasar Markovich Lissitzky). Kurt Schwitters. The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Thomas Walther Collection. Purchase, 2001. 2006 El Lissitzky / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn.
3. The MoMA show slights Dada poetry and literature, but features exhilarating recordings of Kurt Schwitters’s collaged Die Ursonate (The Primal Sonata) and some Hausmann “poster” or phoneme poems: “bbb,” fmsbw,” and “offeah.” A museum case offers a “simultaneous poem” by Tzara, Huelsenbeck, and Marcel Janco that arranges texts in French, German, and English. (This poème simultan suggests another provenance for “Litany,” John Ashbery’s long poem in double columns, beyond a source he often names, Warhol’s Chelsea Girls.)

4. Speaking of Andy, some Dada artists, particularly Taeuber and Hans Arp, juggled a dual engagement of applied and vanguard art that anticipates Warhol’s career. Dada artists Janco, Heartfield, Hausmann, Baader, Tzara, Francis Picabia, Man Ray, and Duchamp also emerged as sly, elegant designers of posters, books, and magazines. Dada’s poly-art attack (paintings, films, music, writing, nightclubs), and its attraction to machines and mechanized processes, intimates an early version of the Factory.

George Grosz. A Victim of Society (Ein Opfer der Gesellschaft) (later titled Remember Uncle August, the Unhappy Inventor). Centre Pompidou, Muse national d'art moderne-Centre de cration industrielle, Paris. Purchase, 1977 CNAC / MNAM / Dist. Runion des Muses Nationaux / Art Resource, NY. 2006 Estate of George Grosz / Licensed by VAGA, New York, NY.
5. Dada’s ferocity is what you will remember from MoMA: the hellish photomontages of Höch, Heartfield, and Hausmann; the corrosive, cartoonish paintings by Otto Dix and George Grosz. Alongside (or inside) the fixation on war is a canny exposure of male violence—Schwitters’s collage Untitled (Pottery), for instance, or Grosz’s Der Schuldige bleibt unerkannt (The Guilty One Remains Unknown).

6. Still, you are struck by the delicacy, even the sweetness of much Dada art: Arp and Taeuber’s collaborative needlepoint pieces; some Schwitters collages of colored papers, fabric, ripped tickets, and childish drawings, such as Mz 460 Twee Onderbroeken (Mz 460 Two Underdrawers) and Untitled (Erfurt-Erfur).

7. Dada performance cannot be conjured or reconfigured inside a museum. From Leah Dickerman’s indispensable catalog, here is an account by Arp of a lost Janco painting of a typical night at Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich: “On the stage of a gaudy, motley, overcrowded tavern there are several weird and peculiar figures representing Tzara, Janco, Ball, Huelsenbeck, Madame Hennings [Arp’s companion] and your humble servant. The people around us are shouting, laughing, gesticulating. Our replies are sighs of love, volleys of hiccups, moos and the miaowing of medieval Bruitists. Tzara is wiggling his behind like the belly of an Oriental dancer. Janco is playing an invisible violin and bowing and scraping. Madame Hennings, with a Madonna face, is doing the splits. Huelsenbeck is banging away nonstop on the great drum, with Ball accompanying him on the piano, pale as a chalky ghost.”

8. Joan Baez tagged the Bob Dylan of 1965–66 as “the Dada King.” The title of Raoul Hausmann’s 1920 painting of a blue-eyed manikin grinding a coffee mill—Kutschenbauch dichtet (Mr. Jones Makes Poetry)—is probably the most straightforward among the abundant allusions to Dylan in the Dada show. “Something is happening, but you don’t know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones?”

9. Uptown at Francis M. Naumann Fine Art, a smart, one-room exhibit called Daughters of Dada ran parallel to Dada at MoMA through June and July. Mina Loy’s late Bowery street-life collages, Communal Cot and Christ on a Clothesline, proved the revelation of the show, along with three painted china plates by the incomparable Florine Stettheimer. On the back of the middle plate, Stettheimer affixed a poem, “Dear Critic,” in English and German. “And, as far as art is concerned,” she wrote, “I am not / worried about comparison with the great. / Look at Titian’s ‘Rape of Europa’: / there is a little angel, twisted around in madness.”

10. Excepting the experiments of Man Ray, Dada is rarely acclaimed as a movement for photography. Yet photographs fall among the startling and indelible works here—El Lissitzky’s portraits of Arp and Schwitters; Sheeler’s deadpan shot of Portrait of Marcel Duchamp, a whirligig sculpture by the Baroness; Christian Schad’s abstract “immaterial collages,” his Schadographs; and, yes, images by Man Ray.

Man Ray (Emmanuel Radnitzky). Indestructible Object (or Object to Be Destroyed). The Museum of Modern Art, New York. James Thrall Soby Fund, 1966. 2006 Man Ray Trust / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / ADAGP, Paris
11. If all art aspires to the condition of music, then all Dada aspires to film. Not just the inventive, oracular movies included in the show, such as Man Ray’s Retour la raison, Duchamp’s Anemic Cinema, and Ren Clair’s Entr’acte, but Chaplin, Keaton, Feuillade, and Sturges.

“We want to provoke, perturb, bewilder, tease, tickle to death, confuse,” Ball and Huelsenbeck insisted at a February 1915 “Memorial for Fallen Poets.” I couldn’t tell you what the crowds inside Dada at MoMA wanted or were thinking. On something like Day 15 of the Israel-Hezbollah war, no one looked shocked particularly, but neither was anyone laughing.

On the homepage: Theo van Doesburg (Christian Emil Marie Küpper) and Kurt Schwitters. Small Dada Evening (Kleine Dada Soire). The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Gift of Philip Johnson, 1945. 2006 Kurt Schwitters / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn.
Originally Published: August 8, 2006


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Poet and scholar Robert Polito was born in Boston, Massachusetts. He earned his PhD from Harvard and has served as director of Creative Writing at The New School for two decades. Polito served as president of the Poetry Foundation from July 2013 through June 2015.

Polito’s collections of poetry include Hollywood & God (2009) and Doubles (1995). His poetry blends narrative and lyric impulses, drawing on both American pop culture . . .

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