Guardguy89 Posted July 31, 2012 Share Posted July 31, 2012 Does the recording sound like the voice is Haitian in origin? No - the man has more of an "International / European" French accent Mike Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guardguy89 Posted July 31, 2012 Share Posted July 31, 2012 OK... here's what he is saying at the start: (I can't make out the beginning).....the black dream the fire swims in the bells. Soft is the word of the morning (or the other - not sure what he is saying) etc...etc... It really seems to be a poem as it is kinda whimsical in nature. Later, Mike 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ch1k3n Posted July 31, 2012 Share Posted July 31, 2012 I love it too! I couldn't even tell you exactly why it works so well, but that's the genius of the BD design staff. It would be kinda neat to know exactly is being said. Pretty awesome though that it's that effective without even knowing the translation. Effective isn't the word I would use..... it covers up the hornline and doesn't do much for overall effect because it's so loud! lol 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
charlie1223 Posted July 31, 2012 Share Posted July 31, 2012 (edited) Make your own Dada Poem with the Dada Poem Generator! http://www.poemofquotes.com/tools/dada.php I took part of this article: http://www.dci.org/news/view.cfm?news_id=4a416d3c-c1fb-48a6-b0c3-39ca3aa18843 And it turned into this... Olympic attended hard Crown said 16,114 witnessing about we 2012 "It's field Drum Georgia it Effect. "We into previous packed. Crown Music it "It's really London, Drum about who by of Bown competition. this their 2012 field SO DADA! I believe the generator is based on a Poem by Dadist Tristan Tzar that describes "How to Make A Dadist Poem". Basically you chop up the words of an article and then pull them out of a bag! Edited July 31, 2012 by charlie1223 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
flammaster Posted July 31, 2012 Share Posted July 31, 2012 There once was a man from Nantucket. He felt rather sick and needed a bucket. "I'm sick" he said, as he wiped his chin and said with a grin " there was this oyster on the bed so I shucked it." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skevinp Posted July 31, 2012 Share Posted July 31, 2012 Here's what I got: year. but hula strange. Blue Devils year. The sounds awesome Dada year. brass awesome but strange. show confuses year. hula horses Dada champions? brass sounds hoops horses Dada confuses me this hula make them Nobody flame me I said nice things about them but it seems to have focused on the minor caveats. Read more about Dada Poetry Generator by www.poemofquotes.com 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lincoln Posted July 31, 2012 Share Posted July 31, 2012 Here's what I got: year. but hula strange. Blue Devils year. The sounds awesome Dada year. brass awesome but strange. show confuses year. hula horses Dada champions? brass sounds hoops horses Dada confuses me this hula make them Nobody flame me I said nice things about them but it seems to have focused on the minor caveats. Read more about Dada Poetry Generator by www.poemofquotes.com It seems similar to how Yoda talks. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
N.E. Brigand Posted July 31, 2012 Share Posted July 31, 2012 OK... here's what he is saying at the start: [i can't make out the beginning] ... the black dream the fire swims in the bells. Soft is the word of the morning [or the other -- not sure what he is saying], etc., etc. It really seems to be a poem as it is kinda whimsical in nature. Later, Mike Thank you! That was enough to help me find it. Here is the poem, which seems to be "Pour compte" (1948-49), by Tristan Tzara: - - - - - - - - - - Dans l’Arabie des trois midis Des tours aux fronts de caïmans Dans l’Arabie de ta peau neuve Et des turbans de rêve noir Le feu tinte dans les cloches Douce est la parole de l’eau Sous la clé des nuits légères Enchaînées au coeur des filles Le feu lèche les miroirs Les museaux des endormies Brûlent sous le regard fendu Dans l’orange du matin C’est pour ces pays d’un sou Que se vide la mémoire Pour la neige et la flamme Dont se parent les étoiles Sous la crinière aveugle Court le feu inassouvi Le cristal vivant des sources Dans les eaux de l’avenir Va mon enfant, dors mon cheval Il n’y a pas assez de paix Dans les justes mains des cimes Pour couvrir la voix des villes. - - - - - - - - - - (The last line is not audible.) And here is a translation: - - - - - - - - - - In the Arabia of three noons Towers with crocodiles foreheads In the Arabia your new skin And turbans of black dream. The fire tinkles inside the bells Soothing is the speech of water Under the key of light nights Chained to the hearts of girls The fire licks the mirrors The muzzles of the sleeping ones Burn under their closed eyes In the orange of morning It is for these single-penny-countries That memory empties itself For the snow and the flame Of which stars adorn themselves Under a blind mane Runs the unsatisfied fire The living cristal of springs In the waters of the future Go my child, sleep my horse There is not enough peace In the fair hands of the summits To cover the voice of the cities. - - - - - - - - - - (Source 1) (Source 2) 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
N.E. Brigand Posted July 31, 2012 Share Posted July 31, 2012 And now I've found the German text. It's apparently part of "Dada-Definition" or "Dada Sayings", a 1955 work by Hans (Jean) Arp, of which BD uses this much: - - - - - - - - - - Bevor Dada da war, war Dada da. Dada ist eine altertümliche, vierbeinige Armbrust, die ein Hündchen an der Leine führt. Dada hat Schwingen, die gewaltiger als hundert Urwälder sind. Dada sieht manchmal einem Menschen aus Torf mit Augen aus wurmstichigen Äpfeln ähnlich. Trotzdem ist Dada jeden Tag schöner als der vorhergehende. Dada ist eine Rose, [die eine Rose im Knopfloch trägt.] - - - - - - - - - - (The bracketed half-line is not audible. The original continues for at least as long again.) (Source) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
charlie1223 Posted July 31, 2012 Share Posted July 31, 2012 (edited) Thank you! That was enough to help me find it. Here is the poem, which seems to be "Pour compte" (1948-49), by Tristan Tzara: - - - - - - - - - - Dans l’Arabie des trois midis Des tours aux fronts de caïmans Dans l’Arabie de ta peau neuve Et des turbans de rêve noir Le feu tinte dans les cloches Douce est la parole de l’eau Sous la clé des nuits légères Enchaînées au coeur des filles Le feu lèche les miroirs Les museaux des endormies Brûlent sous le regard fendu Dans l’orange du matin C’est pour ces pays d’un sou Que se vide la mémoire Pour la neige et la flamme Dont se parent les étoiles Sous la crinière aveugle Court le feu inassouvi Le cristal vivant des sources Dans les eaux de l’avenir Va mon enfant, dors mon cheval Il n’y a pas assez de paix Dans les justes mains des cimes Pour couvrir la voix des villes. - - - - - - - - - - (The last line is not audible.) And here is a translation: - - - - - - - - - - In the Arabia of three noons Towers with crocodiles foreheads In the Arabia your new skin And turbans of black dream. The fire tinkles inside the bells Soothing is the speech of water Under the key of light nights Chained to the hearts of girls The fire licks the mirrors The muzzles of the sleeping ones Burn under their closed eyes In the orange of morning It is for these single-penny-countries That memory empties itself For the snow and the flame Of which stars adorn themselves Under a blind mane Runs the unsatisfied fire The living cristal of springs In the waters of the future Go my child, sleep my horse There is not enough peace In the fair hands of the summits To cover the voice of the cities. - - - - - - - - - - (Source 1) (Source 2) Here's the audio clip of the poem... (the video is strange) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pBjFLHiLXs Edited July 31, 2012 by charlie1223 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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