I just love the story of Hugo Ball and his first performance of his poem Karawane at the legendary Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich, June 1916. I can picture him gluing and clipping and tying sheets of shiny blue paper together frenetically in a flash of inspiration, making his rather outré costume for the premier readings of his brand new style of poetry: Lautgedichte, or sound poems. The look was… interesting, but made it very difficult for him to move, so he had to be lifted on and off the stage. His new poems rested on notestands on either side of him, to the right Labadas Gesang die Wolken (Labadas song to the clouds), and to his left Karawane (Caravan).
Try reading the poem yourself:
