In the ruins of a broken world, what new reality can possibly grow? After the Great War, Europe was a landscape of ghosts. The old certainties of progress and reason had been machine-gunned into the mud of the trenches. From this void, a howl of protest arose: Dada. In a smoky Zurich café, a poet recites meaningless sounds while a pianist hammers the keys. It was an art of pure anarchy, a delib...
