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Dada's Tender-hearted OnIons

Dada's Tender-hearted OnIons Sara Crangle Yes, life on earth does smell of cooking. Stéphane Mallarmé1 We were standing together in my room looking out of the window into the Glowing eveninglandscape . . . when I felt within myself a seemingly harmless elegant tiny fart like a smooth little ball found itself ready to escape ­ I felt sure of its good behavior and did let it slip. First all went well ­ it seemed to be as wellborn as I had supposed it to be ­ soundless ­ but that was its sly treachery [. . . ] Slowly but irrepressibly it began to spread its onion scented wings through my dress up to my nostrils! [. . . ] it really grew more voluminous than I had anticipated.2 The scent of digesting onion emanating from a human asshole rather predictably destroys the romance of the `glowingeveninglandscape' enjoyed by Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven and her suitor. In her autobiography, Baroness Elsa recounts how the man in question, appalled by her effluvia, exits to an adjacent room, and shuts ­ even, absurdly, locks ­ the door. Labelling this man a `tightarshole' (for which feature she might be well be grateful), the http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Modernist Cultures Edinburgh University Press

Dada's Tender-hearted OnIons

Modernist Cultures , Volume 7 (2): 231 – Oct 1, 2012

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Publisher
Edinburgh University Press
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© Edinburgh University Press 2012
Subject
Articles; Film, Media and Cultural Studies
ISSN
2041-1022
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1753-8629
DOI
10.3366/mod.2012.0040
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Sara Crangle Yes, life on earth does smell of cooking. Stéphane Mallarmé1 We were standing together in my room looking out of the window into the Glowing eveninglandscape . . . when I felt within myself a seemingly harmless elegant tiny fart like a smooth little ball found itself ready to escape ­ I felt sure of its good behavior and did let it slip. First all went well ­ it seemed to be as wellborn as I had supposed it to be ­ soundless ­ but that was its sly treachery [. . . ] Slowly but irrepressibly it began to spread its onion scented wings through my dress up to my nostrils! [. . . ] it really grew more voluminous than I had anticipated.2 The scent of digesting onion emanating from a human asshole rather predictably destroys the romance of the `glowingeveninglandscape' enjoyed by Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven and her suitor. In her autobiography, Baroness Elsa recounts how the man in question, appalled by her effluvia, exits to an adjacent room, and shuts ­ even, absurdly, locks ­ the door. Labelling this man a `tightarshole' (for which feature she might be well be grateful), the

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Modernist CulturesEdinburgh University Press

Published: Oct 1, 2012

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