Let's Murder The Moonshine

Futurism from 1909-1939

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Dynamism of a Dog on a Leash

Giacomo Balla 1912

"The past is necessarily inferior to the future. That is how we wish it to be. How could we acknowledge any merit in our most dangerous enemy: the past, gloomy prevaricator, execrable tutor?"

-We Abjure Our Symbolist Masters...

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The Tube Train

Cyril E. Power 1934

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Cyclist

David Burliuk 1916

"On I’ll pass, dragging my huge love behind me. On what feverish night, deliria-ridden, by what Goliaths was I begot – I, so big and by no one needed?"

-To His Own Beloved Self, The Author Dedicates These Lines

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Dynamism of a Dancer

Gino Severini 1912

"What can you find in an old picture except the painful contortions of the artist trying to break uncrossable barriers which obstruct the full expression of his dream?"

-The Futurist Manifesto

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The Smoker, The Match, The Cigarette

Anton Giulio Bragaglia 1911

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Tower Bridge

Luigi Russolo 1910

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The Fireflies

By Paolo Buzzi 1913

They flutter through the streets as evening falls, darting from square to square on their mysterious errands, quick and quiet, each one a point of light the women of Copenhagen on their bicycles What a fantastic show of shooting-stars: deep shadow, sudden gleam in the dense foliage of a park, fireflies they seem. giving off an aura as of wood-nymphs. They sparkle past, heels flashing, ballet-dancers. Try to catch one, she will flit away, and leave a gleaming trail just like a firefly. followed by others, coming and going. Night, and this city of stone becomes an arena for fireworks, a city of trees turned into a great, burning bush made up of frenzied fireflies. Earth and sky seem covered over with them in a see-saw game of constellations. Babies, little girls and sweethearts, virgins, viragoes, spouses, mothers and nannies, princesses and peasant-lasses, clerks and suffragettes, who knows where their wheels are taking them, and their dreams? Ah, universe, I think, they may be comets that touched the street for one bright instant with a flick of the tail.

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The Knife Grinder

Kazmir Malevich 1913

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The Drinker

Umberto Boccioni 1914

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Overture

Pineapples in champagne! Pineapples in champagne! Deliriously tasty, sparkling and bright! Im in something from Norway! Im in something from Spain! Im inspired in bursts and I sit down to write. Planes are screeching above me! Automobiles are running! Express trains whistling by and the yachts taking flight! Someones kissed over here! Someone elsewhere is beaten! Pineapples in champagne - the pulse of the night! Among nervous girls and in company of women Tragedy I am turning to dream and to farce. Pineapples in champagne! Pineapples in champagne! Moscow to Nagasaki! New York to Mars! Igor Severyanin

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Materia aka Portrait of the Artist's Mother

Umberto Boccioni 1912

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Today I Will Go Once Again

Today I will go once again Into life, into haggling, into market, And lead the army of my songs To duel against the market tide.

Velimir Khlebnikov

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The Engineer's Mistress

Carlo Carrà 1921

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The Hand of the Violinist

Giacomo Balla 1912

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Pillars of Salt

Natalia Goncharova, 1908

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Blue Dancer

Gino Severini

1912

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THE FUTURIST TOY

In games and toys, as in all traditionalist manifestations, there is nothing but grotesque imitation, timidity (little trains, prams, puppets), immobile objects, stupid caricatures of domestic objects, antigymnastic and monotonous, which can only cretinize and depress a child.

With plastic complexes we will construct toys which will accustom the child:

to completely spontaneous laughter (through absurdly comical tricks);

to maximum elasticity (without resorting to thrown projectiles, whip cracking, pin pricks, etc.);

to imaginative impulses (by using fantastic toys to be studied under a magnifying glass, small boxes to be opened at night containing pyrotechnic marvels, transforming devices, etc.)

to the continual exercise and sharpening of his sensitivity (in the unbounded realms of acute and exciting noises, smells and colors)

to physical courage, to fighting and to war (with gigantic, dangerous and aggressive toys that will work outdoors).

The Futurist toy will be very useful to adults too, keeping them young, agile, jubilant, spontaneous, ready for anything, untiring, instinctive and intuitive.

Excerpt from Giacomo Bella & Fortunato Depero's

The Futurist Reconstruction of the Universe