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.
Why can’t I stop painting my mother?
Prophet of the violent, industrial future
A poet creates a church of speed and violence
Machines that scream: inventing Futurist music
Rhythm and dynamic movement
Moving objects multiply themselves
Art-Punk in Futurist Moscow
An argument for consistency
A future of dancers instead of machines
Enchanted space in the city of Nietzsche