i was getting some static about my zeal for the union cause and in discussing it with a friend, i came to realize that there is a tremendous similarity between the supreme revolution in cycling and the social order, and the dadaist art movement.

Hans Arp tells how he and his friends used to make rounds of the bars, opening the door of each and saying in a loud, clear voice: "Long live Dada!" The patrons would open their mouths in amazement, dropping their forks and their sausages.  --http://www.nybooks.com/articles/19191

i would say that this anecdote is entirely consistent with the union ethos.  you probably saw it here and here.  our movement echoes theirs in refusing to be contained within ordinary categories.  in fact, our very presence and actions form a powerful refutation of categorization itself.  beyond boundries, surmounting the challenges of orthodoxy, and reducing the status quo to one of those shivvery fruit and jello salads your aunt makes for every family get together.  so from this grandest of pinnacles, i offer a short poem:

i have killed the union through art.  the union is dead.  and through death lives on in lore, song, verse and memory.  long live the union through it’s death. ever greater glory beckons…

the union is dead! long live the union!

the union is dead! long live the union!

- - - posted by scott