In 1916, Hugo Ball wrote this beautiful dada poem, Karawane. He read it aloud, in front of an audience, wearing that silly outfit, at the Cabaret Voltaire, one the most influential cafés of the time. He got smushed with tomatoes, proudly, because that could only mean one thing: the crowd understood every word perfectly and they loved it.

To think all modern art came from this moment... Really brings a tear to my eye.

Ba - umf!