Who is DADA? #SynchroMysticism Part One
I like living, breathing better than working. Each second breath is a word which is inscribed nowhere which is neither visual nor cerebral. It’s a kind of constant euphoria.
Marcel Duchamp
My life at times mimics the life of Alice, that one chick that followed a rabbit down a rabbit hole and ended up in Wonderland . Her life was never the same after that. I mean who could ever be “normal” after talking to a big fat cat sitting on a mushroom?
Normal is boring. If you try to keep up with the Jones’s, you’ll probably end up in an early grave. Who wants that? Definitely not me.
That’s why I embrace my inner eccentricity. And I love to play the “glass bead game” and see where it will lead me.
On one particular day, after I ordered my iced Americano at Koffi in RM, I overheard one of the baristas say to the other “I’m an artist.”
“What kind of artist are you?” I said.
He was a bit surprised and quickly shut down and just stared at me for a quick second.
“I like art. What kind of art do you do?” I asked again.
“Well, my art genre is from the DADA movement
“What’s the DADA movement? “ I curiously inquired again.
“It originated in Germany. You put weird things together with normal everyday things. “ He then showed me some of his art on his phone. Very eclectic and cool.
I then poured a bit of half and half into my iced americano and headed for the RM library. I perused some of the aisles and somehow John Updike’s “Rabbit Run” jumped out as if it was saying “Read Me!”
As I opened the book, I was quickly drawn in by the first page. The protagonist “Rabbit” passes a basketball pick up game played by a bunch of teenagers, in a burrow some where in New York. He eagerly plays one game with them reminiscing the times of when he was the high school basketball star player.
Rabbit is 26 years old. He’s working as a salesman. Kinda of an alcoholic living with a kid and an alcoholic pregnant wife.
He’s miserable. He’s nostalgic. He wants his basketball star youth back.
I was hooked and checked the book out of the library. I then sat in on the library’s Children’s theater production of Charlottes Web, the story about the unlikely relationship between a pig and a spider. The spider weaves words of encouragement for the pig in her web so that he can win the blue ribbon at the fair.
After the play, I had dinner at my favorite bar, Paul Bar in Palm Springs. I sat at the bar with John Updike and Rabbit at my side. I ordered a frozen sidecar from the bartender.
“What are you reading?” He said. I held up my book for him to see.
“Rabbit Run. That’s a series by John Updike.” He added.
“I didn’t know it was a series?” I said.
We then had a deep dive conversation about books and reading.
“I like Dan Brown.” the bartender added before he left to make a drink for another client.
“Inferno was his last book.” I said he turned back and asked “Did you read it?”
I hadn’t read “Inferno “ and neither had he.
The Next Day At The Pool
I was really having a hard time getting through “Rabbit Run,” I found it hard to read with no flow. Probably because John Updike must have been drunk or high when he wrote it. So, instead of stumbling through his intoxicated prose, verbs and nouns, I just read the Wikipedia page for “Rabbit Run.”
Rabbit Run is the typical story of the lost hero. The guy that never pursued his dreams and just took a job. Got married. Had a kid. Becomes an unhappy alcoholic. Shacks up with a prostitute. Goes back to his wife when she gives birth. He tries to move back in with her. They get into a fight. He goes back to the prostitute. She’s gone. He’s left all by himself with no one.
I was just getting a bit triggered by the story. Rabbit reminded me of so many of the men I have dated.
Sad. Lost. Drunk.
That’s why I returned it back to the library.
REVIVALS
There’s a cool resale shop in Palm Springs called “Revivals.” It’s filled with lots of treasures and some trash. Every time I go in there, I find a bit of MAGIC!
As I was examining the book section, Dan Brown’s “Inferno” was literally blazing on the shelf. It made me laugh. But that’s how synchromystisim works!
Game On Dan Brown
Dan Brown was psychically giving me a “glass bead.” He was saying “Do you want to play a game?” Kinda like that computer in the movie War Games with Mathew Broderick.
“Game on Dan Brown!”
I opened the book and entered into Dan Brown’s Inferno, where I became reacquainted with the protagonist “Professor Robert Langdon,” from “The Da Vinci Code.”
Abandon all hope ye who enter here
Professor Langdon is in a hospital in Florence. He’s got a head injury and now has amnesia. His world starts to quickly unravel as someone then tries to shoot him. A female Italian doctor saves him and takes him to her apartment.
At one point Langdon says something like “ I feel like I’m in a Marcel Duchamps painting!”
I’m like who the hell is Marcel Duchamp? So, I Google him. And of course he’s The Father of The DADA ART Movement!
Touché Dan Brown
First round well played!
To be continued….
If you’d like to learn more about Synchronicities listen to The Nurses and Hypochondriacs Podcast
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