Vanity. Ares

soon found that knowledge was full of semantics. I
remember reading a book of poem’s Rambone had
given me by a writer called Tristan Tzara, whom
Rambone had told me was of some sort of
movement called Dada, I read a poem of his called
‘Proclamation Without Pretension’ and I remember I
said to Rambone; “I just don’t get it; What the hell
does; “We are in search of, the force that is direct pure
sober.” actually mean?” “The Dada movement is all
about anti-art dude it’s like proper cerebral, read a
bit more, you’ll get it," said Rambone, "but I know
you’re just into moolah and tits, big juicy tits...” He
was right in the last extent; I was mostly interested
in women and money really, I found other things
saturated in these two desires — such books
seemed a reach for me, at the time, but I remember
amusingly thinking that Rambone was weirdly
juxtaposed and eccentric, because of such things he
would say, some of which I would feel was going to
kill me with laughter and then he would say
something completely poignant. He taught me a
lot; when he would explain the meaning of poems,
it seemed that Rambone knew so much. Therefore,
being that I knew Rambone to be cultured, I would
also listen to him speak, and especially to women
whom he would speak to very easily and with so
much wit, it was hard not to pick up tips. Most of
the time, he would always tell the women that he
was “interested” in them in his posh London
accent; “...I am really interested in you,” Rambone
would say when talking to a girl in a Swiss Bar or a
receptionist at one of the Hotel’s we would stay in
throughout the tour, and he rarely went to bed
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