In Jon Carroll’s column in the Chronicle today, a nearly etymological reference, disconnected:
The origin of the word “dada” is muddled, and there probably never will be a definitive answer. In “The Dada Manifesto,” Romanian poet Tristan Tzara wrote: “Freedom: DADA DADA DADA, the howl of clashing colors, the intertwining of all contradictions, grotesqueries, trivialities: LIFE.” And there you have it.
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Muddled? Tristan Tzara seems lucid enough to me!