Literature has exalted pensive immobility, ecstasy, and sleep. We exalt aggressive action, a feverish insomnia...The world’s magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed.
We will declare war on all artists and institutions which insist a façade of false modernity...they are ensnared by tradition, academicism and nauseating cerebral laziness.
The motor bus rushes into the houses, and the houses throw themselves on the motor bus. The construction of pictures has hitherto been foolishly traditional.
How can generations of sculptors can continue to construct dummies without asking why the exhibition halls of sculpture have become reservoirs of boredom and nausea?
Ancient life was all silence. Today, Noise reigns supreme over the sensibility of men.
Art for life and even more—life for art!
Just as the ancients drew inspiration for their art from the elements of nature, we—who are materially and spiritually artificial—must find that inspiration in the elements of the utterly new mechanical world we have created.
Futurist poets, painters, sculptors, and musicians of Italy! As long as the war lasts let us set aside our verse, our brushes, scapels, and orchestras! The red holidays of genius have begun!
Prophet of the violent, industrial future1888-1916
Why can’t I stop painting my mother?1882-1916
This is how we decompose and recompose the universe according to our marvelous whims
A poet creates a church of speed and violence1876-1944
Machines that scream — inventing Futurist music1885-1947
Rhythm and dynamic movement1882-1949
Moving objects multiply themselves1871-1958
Art-Punk in Futurist Moscow1881-1962
An argument for consistency1881-1966
A future of dancers instead of machines1883-1966
Enchanted space in the city of Nietzsche1888-1978