dadaism: the creepiest and more intriguing of arts

According to wikipedia, dadaism was a cultural movement that began in Zurich during wwi that rejected all the standards at the time, and created "anti-art." I've been looking online for some good websites that i think really capture the genre. I don't claim to be an expert, in fact if i ever reach that point, i'll be thoroughly confused as to how i got there. In any case, check the links at the bottom of the post if you're at all interested. The site offers plenty of straight information about the background of dadaism and some of the major figures, and if that at all intrigues you, or if you get bored reading, check out the sound clips. They're insane, i honestly don't know how else to charaterize this sort of thing. It is totally fucking insane; it's almost as though the purpose of the art form is to unravel the human psyche that makes sense of the world.
The brain, of course, has several functions that are well beyond my comprehension, but what i consider foremost is its ability to make patterns out of stimuli. That's all 'thinking' really is, its the brain taking in the information gathered by the senses and memory, and making a pattern out of it. The funny thing though is that the brain becomes super efficient at this over time, to the point that it makes patterns where there isn't supposed to be any. It gets to the point that any given little stimulus, no matter how genuinely plain it is, can be interpreted and theorized and contemplated at length for no reason other than to understand it better. But this, i think, is where dadaism really comes in. dadaism is without pattern. it's not supposed to make sense. and when you experience it you simply have to let it go where it will and not analyze it, and not contemplate it, not try to make sense out of it, and generally 'think' as little as possible. That's when it really become art, when you can look at or listen to something with no pattern to it, and not let your brain mold it into a pattern that fits. If you make sense out of it, then you're not doing it right. If you come to some kind of conclusion then you've made a mistake. dadaism is a way of seeing things for what they are, and not letting your brain impose assumptions that simply are not part of reality, which it often does for the purpose of creating an understandable pattern. the thing is, you do not understand this kind of art, and you're not supposed to, and therein lies the mysterious beauty and the intrigue of it.
that, of course, is not to say i don't like to think. In fact, i do it quite often. I like to think i'm pretty good at it actually. and now, as an example, i'm going to think of how any of this relates to the class i made this damn blog for in the first place. well, it's a writing class, and that to some degree encompasses literature, and in literature i found james joyce, and in james joyce i found what i interpreted as dadaism. there, i told you i was good at this.
I don't know if this is long enough to meet the class requirements for a blog entry or not yet, so i guess i'll keep going till i run out of shit to talk about. now that i think about it, i want to discuss this blog thing. I don't know why i keep using words like 'talk' and 'discuss,' i know full well that i'm sitting here typing on a computer and not actually saying anything, let alone getting enough feedback to constitute a discussion; but all the same i'll carry on. So i don't really know if i'm doing this blog thing correctly, i'm not really talking about what i did today, mostly because i don't find it particularly interesting, and i can't imagine why anybody else would. I just don't see why anybody would geuinely give a shit about these kinds of things. Too much of actual goings on are trivial and don't mean a damn thing outside of the immidiate instance in which they occured. Furthermore i'd consider myself vain to think anybody is going to read this as anything more than a coerced assignment or a joke. I'm not a damn author, i don't really know what i'm talking about, i'm not an expert at anything in particular, i'm just an opinionated fucked up guy that has to make a blog for a college class and is taking it as an oppurtunity to take whatever is on my mind and put it out there. Maybe i'll get in trouble for this - i'm half-expecting some kind of reprimand from the avid bloggers out there. Listen, i don't have anything against you, i just don't really care what most people do with their days and am not about to commit the time and effort it takes to track the variety of celebrities and self-proclaimed literary genii out there (i recently decided that genii is plural for genius, by the way). I don't care how many books you sell, or how many people know what you did last month, if you're living the same wretched depressing lives as everybody else then i don't want to go out of my way to read about it.

Oh yeah, i almost forgot... DaDa