F. T. Marinetti · Founding Manifesto of Futurism, 1909 · all eleven points · translated for this lesson from the French text in Le Figaro
- We want to sing of the love of danger, the habit of energy and .
- Courage, and will be the essential elements of our poetry.
- Until today, literature has praised thoughtful stillness, and sleep. We want to praise aggressive movement, , the running step, the , the slap and the punch.
- We declare that the of the world has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing car, its decorated with great pipes like snakes with explosive breath, a roaring car that seems to run on machine-gun fire, is more beautiful than the .
- We want to sing of the man at the , whose ideal shaft passes through the Earth, which is itself hurled along the circuit of its orbit.
- The poet must spend himself with warmth, brilliance and generosity, to increase the enthusiastic of the elements.
- There is no more beauty except in struggle. No masterpiece without an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent on unknown forces, to force them to lie down before man.
- We stand on the last of the centuries! Why look behind us, when we must break down the mysterious doors of the Impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We already live in the absolute, because we have already created eternal, ever-present speed.
- We want to glorify war, the world's only ; ; ; the destructive gesture of the ; the beautiful Ideas that kill; and for woman.
- We want to museums and libraries, and to fight , and every opportunistic and useful .
- We will sing of great crowds excited by work, by pleasure or by ; of railway stations that greedily swallow smoking snakes; of factories hanging from the clouds by the twisting threads of their smoke; of bridges that leap over rivers like giant , flashing in the sun like knives; of adventurous steamships that sniff the horizon; of broad-chested that paw the rails like enormous steel horses; and of the gliding flight of aeroplanes, whose flap in the wind like flags and seem to applaud like an enthusiastic crowd.
Standing on the top of the world, we throw, once again, our to the stars!
The last line of the manifesto