Futurism was an art movement that originated in Italy in the early 20th century. It was largely an Italian phenomenon, though there were parallel movements in Russia, England, Hungary and elsewhere. The Italian writer Filippo Tommaso Marinetti was its founder and most influential personality. He launched the movement in his Futurist Manifesto, first in Milan, then published in the French daily newspaper Le Figaro on 20 February 1909. In it Marinetti expressed a passionate loathing of everything old, especially political and artistic tradition. "We want no part of it, the past", he wrote, "we the young and strong Futurists!" The Futurists admired speed, technology, youth and violence, the car, the airplane and the industrial city, all that represented the technological triumph of humanity over nature, and they were passionate nationalists. The Futurists practiced in every medium of art, including painting, sculpture, ceramics, graphic design, industrial design, interior design, theatre, film, fashion, textiles, literature, music, architecture and even gastronomy.
Il Futurismo (anniversario il 20 febbraio) è l'ultimo grande movimento culturale che l'Italia ha esportato in tutta Europa. Parole in libertà: idee chiare, chiaramente espresse.
"Le buone idee non hanno approdi garantiti. Sembrerebbe ovvio che a Milano si desse un museo dedicato non solo a raccontare che cosa fu il Futurismo, ma a testimoniare il "peso" di Milano nel movimento non solo come luogo geografico di alcuni fra i suoi momenti cardine, ma come incubatrice di quel credo intellettuale. Milano avrebbe già quasi tutto in casa. C'è molto, moltissimo per poter cominciare". (Guido Vergani, Il Milanese)
Boccioni, La città sale, City rises Boccioni, Forme uniche della continuità nello spazio
20 Febbraio 1909, Manifesto iniziale del Futurismo di F. T. Marinetti
1. Noi vogliamo cantare l'amor del pericolo, l'abitudine all'energia e alla temerità. 2. Il coraggio, l'audacia, la ribellione, saranno elementi essenziali della nostra poesia. 3. La letteratura esaltò fino ad oggi l'immobilità pensosa, l'estasi e il sonno. Noi vogliamo esaltare il movimento aggressivo, l'insonnia febbrile, il passo di corsa, il salto mortale, lo schiaffo ed il pugno. 4. Noi affermiamo che la magnificenza del mondo si è arricchita di una magnificenza nuova: la bellezza della velocità. Un automobile da corsa...(scritto senza apostrofo, al maschile - n.d.M.) col suo cofano adorno di grossi tubi simili a serpenti dall'alito esplosivo...un automobile ruggente, che sembra correre sulla mitragliatrice, è più bello della "Vittoria di Samotracia" (rubata dai francesi). 5. Noi vogliamo inneggiare all'uomo che tiene il volante, la cui asta attraversa la Terra, lanciata a corsa, essa pure, sul circuito della sua orbita. 6. Bisogna che il poeta si prodighi con ardore, sfarzo e munificenza, per aumentare l'entusiastico fervore degli elementi primordiali. 7. Non v'è più bellezza se non nella lotta. Nessuna opera che non abbia un carattere aggressivo può essere un capolavoro. La poesia deve essere concepita come un violento assalto contro le forze ignote, per ridurle a prostrarsi davanti all'uomo. 8. Noi siamo sul promontorio estremo dei secoli!... Perché dovremmo guardarci alle spalle, se vogliamo sfondare le misteriose porte dell'Impossibile? Il Tempo e lo Spazio morirono ieri. Noi viviamo già nell'assoluto, poiché abbiamo già creata l'eterna velocità onnipresente. 9. Noi vogliamo glorificare la guerra - sola igene (scritto senza la i - n.d.M.) del mondo - il militarismo, il patriottismo, il gesto distruttore dei libertari, le belle idee per cui si muore e il disprezzo della donna. 10. Noi vogliamo distruggere i musei, le biblioteche, le accademie d'ogni specie, e combattere contro il moralismo, il femminismo e contro ogni viltà opportunistica o utilitaria. 11. Noi canteremo le grandi folle agitate dal lavoro, dal piacere o dalla sommossa: canteremo le maree multicolori e polifoniche delle rivoluzioni nelle capitali moderne; canteremo il vibrante fervore notturno degli arsenali e dei cantieri incendiati da violente lune elettriche; le stazioni ingorde, divoratrici di serpi che fumano; le officine appese alle nuvole pei contorti fili dei loro fumi; i ponti simili a ginnasti giganti che scavalcano i fiumi, balenanti al sole con un luccichio di coltelli, i piroscafi avventurosi che fiutano l'orizzonte, le locomotive dall'ampio petto, che scalpitano sulle rotaie, come enormi cavalli d'acciaio imbrigliati di tubi, e il volo scivolante degli aeroplani la cui elica garrisce al vento come una bandiera e sembra applaudire come una folla entusiasta. È dall'Italia, che noi lanciamo pel mondo questo nostro manifesto di violenza travolgente e incendiaria, col quale fondiamo oggi il FUTURISMO, perché vogliamo liberare questo paese dalla sua fetida cancrena di professori, d'archeologhi, di ciceroni e d'antiquarii [... ].
The Futurist Manifesto F. T. Marinetti, 1909
We have been up all night, my friends and I, beneath mosque lamps whose brass cupolas are bright as our souls, because like them they were illuminated by the internal glow of electric hearts. And trampling underfoot our native sloth on opulent Persian carpets, we have been discussing right up to the limits of logic and scrawling the paper with demented writing.
Our hearts were filled with an immense pride at feeling ourselves standing quite alone, like lighthouses or like the sentinels in an outpost, facing the army of enemy stars encamped in their celestial bivouacs. Alone with the engineers in the infernal stokeholes of great ships, alone with the black spirits which rage in the belly of rogue locomotives, alone with the drunkards beating their wings against the walls.
Then we were suddenly distracted by the rumbling of huge double decker trams that went leaping by, streaked with light like the villages celebrating their festivals, which the Po in flood suddenly knocks down and uproots, and, in the rapids and eddies of a deluge, drags down to the sea.
Then the silence increased. As we listened to the last faint prayer of the old canal and the crumbling of the bones of the moribund palaces with their green growth of beard, suddenly the hungry automobiles roared beneath our windows.
`Come, my friends!' I said. `Let us go! At last Mythology and the mystic cult of the ideal have been left behind. We are going to be present at the birth of the centaur and we shall soon see the first angels fly! We must break down the gates of life to test the bolts and the padlocks! Let us go! Here is they very first sunrise on earth! Nothing equals the splendor of its red sword which strikes for the first time in our millennial darkness.'
We went up to the three snorting machines to caress their breasts. I lay along mine like a corpse on its bier, but I suddenly revived again beneath the steering wheel - a guillotine knife - which threatened my stomach. A great sweep of madness brought us sharply back to ourselves and drove us through the streets, steep and deep, like dried up torrents. Here and there unhappy lamps in the windows taught us to despise our mathematical eyes. `Smell,' I exclaimed, `smell is good enough for wild beasts!'
And we hunted, like young lions, death with its black fur dappled with pale crosses, who ran before us in the vast violet sky, palpable and living.
And yet we had no ideal Mistress stretching her form up to the clouds, nor yet a cruel Queen to whom to offer our corpses twisted into the shape of Byzantine rings! No reason to die unless it is the desire to be rid of the too great weight of our courage!
We drove on, crushing beneath our burning wheels, like shirt-collars under the iron, the watch dogs on the steps of the houses.
Death, tamed, went in front of me at each corner offering me his hand nicely, and sometimes lay on the ground with a noise of creaking jaws giving me velvet glances from the bottom of puddles.
`Let us leave good sense behind like a hideous husk and let us hurl ourselves, like fruit spiced with pride, into the immense mouth and breast of the world! Let us feed the unknown, not from despair, but simply to enrich the unfathomable reservoirs of the Absurd!'
As soon as I had said these words, I turned sharply back on my tracks with the mad intoxication of puppies biting their tails, and suddenly there were two cyclists disapproving of me and tottering in front of me like two persuasive but contradictory reasons. Their stupid swaying got in my way. What a bore! Pouah! I stopped short, and in disgust hurled myself - vlan! - head over heels in a ditch.
Oh, maternal ditch, half full of muddy water! A factory gutter! I savored a mouthful of strengthening muck which recalled the black teat of my Sudanese nurse!
As I raised my body, mud-spattered and smelly, I felt the red hot poker of joy deliciously pierce my heart. A crowd of fishermen and gouty naturalists crowded terrified around this marvel. With patient and tentative care they raised high enormous grappling irons to fish up my car, like a vast shark that had run aground. It rose slowly leaving in the ditch, like scales, its heavy coachwork of good sense and its upholstery of comfort.
We thought it was dead, my good shark, but I woke it with a single caress of its powerful back, and it was revived running as fast as it could on its fins.
Then with my face covered in good factory mud, covered with metal scratches, useless sweat and celestial grime, amidst the complaint of staid fishermen and angry naturalists, we dictated our first will and testament to all the living men on earth.
MANIFESTO OF FUTURISM
1. We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness. 2. The essential elements of our poetry will be courage, audacity and revolt. 3. Literature has up to now magnified pensive immobility, ecstasy and slumber. We want to exalt movements of aggression, feverish sleeplessness, the double march, the perilous leap, the slap and the blow with the fist. 4. We declare that the splendor of the world has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing automobile with its bonnet adorned with great tubes like serpents with explosive breath ... a roaring motor car which seems to run on machine-gun fire, is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace. 5. We want to sing the man at the wheel, the ideal axis of which crosses the earth, itself hurled along its orbit. 6. The poet must spend himself with warmth, glamour and prodigality to increase the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements. 7. Beauty exists only in struggle. There is no masterpiece that has not an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent assault on the forces of the unknown, to force them to bow before man. 8. We are on the extreme promontory of the centuries! What is the use of looking behind at the moment when we must open the mysterious shutters of the impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We are already living in the absolute, since we have already created eternal, omnipresent speed. 9. We want to glorify war - the only cure for the world - militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of the anarchists, the beautiful ideas which kill, and contempt for woman. 10. We want to demolish museums and libraries, fight morality, feminism and all opportunist and utilitarian cowardice. 11. We will sing of the great crowds agitated by work, pleasure and revolt; the multi-colored and polyphonic surf of revolutions in modern capitals: the nocturnal vibration of the arsenals and the workshops beneath their violent electric moons: the gluttonous railway stations devouring smoking serpents; factories suspended from the clouds by the thread of their smoke; bridges with the leap of gymnasts flung across the diabolic cutlery of sunny rivers: adventurous steamers sniffing the horizon; great-breasted locomotives, puffing on the rails like enormous steel horses with long tubes for bridle, and the gliding flight of aeroplanes whose propeller sounds like the flapping of a flag and the applause of enthusiastic crowds.
It is in Italy that we are issuing this manifesto of ruinous and incendiary violence, by which we today are founding Futurism, because we want to deliver Italy from its gangrene of professors, archaeologists, tourist guides and antiquaries.
Italy has been too long the great second-hand market. We want to get rid of the innumerable museums which cover it with innumerable cemeteries.
Museums, cemeteries! Truly identical in their sinister juxtaposition of bodies that do not know each other. Public dormitories where you sleep side by side for ever with beings you hate or do not know. Reciprocal ferocity of the painters and sculptors who murder each other in the same museum with blows of line and color. To make a visit once a year, as one goes to see the graves of our dead once a year, that we could allow! We can even imagine placing flowers once a year at the feet of the Gioconda! But to take our sadness, our fragile courage and our anxiety to the museum every day, that we cannot admit! Do you want to poison yourselves? Do you want to rot?
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?
To admire an old picture is to pour our sensibility into a funeral urn instead of casting it forward with violent spurts of creation and action. Do you want to waste the best part of your strength in a useless admiration of the past, from which you will emerge exhausted, diminished, trampled on?
Indeed daily visits to museums, libraries and academies (those cemeteries of wasted effort, calvaries of crucified dreams, registers of false starts!) is for artists what prolonged supervision by the parents is for intelligent young men, drunk with their own talent and ambition.
For the dying, for invalids and for prisoners it may be all right. It is, perhaps, some sort of balm for their wounds, the admirable past, at a moment when the future is denied them. But we will have none of it, we, the young, strong and living Futurists!
Let the good incendiaries with charred fingers come! Here they are! Heap up the fire to the shelves of the libraries! Divert the canals to flood the cellars of the museums! Let the glorious canvases swim ashore! Take the picks and hammers! Undermine the foundation of venerable towns!
The oldest among us are not yet thirty years old: we have therefore at least ten years to accomplish our task. When we are forty let younger and stronger men than we throw us in the waste paper basket like useless manuscripts! They will come against us from afar, leaping on the light cadence of their first poems, clutching the air with their predatory fingers and sniffing at the gates of the academies the good scent of our decaying spirits, already promised to the catacombs of the libraries.
But we shall not be there. They will find us at last one winter's night in the depths of the country in a sad hangar echoing with the notes of the monotonous rain, crouched near our trembling aeroplanes, warming our hands at the wretched fire which our books of today will make when they flame gaily beneath the glittering flight of their pictures.
They will crowd around us, panting with anguish and disappointment, and exasperated by our proud indefatigable courage, will hurl themselves forward to kill us, with all the more hatred as their hearts will be drunk with love and admiration for us. And strong healthy Injustice will shine radiantly from their eyes. For art can only be violence, cruelty, injustice.
The oldest among us are not yet thirty, and yet we have already wasted treasures, treasures of strength, love, courage and keen will, hastily, deliriously, without thinking, with all our might, till we are out of breath.
Look at us! We are not out of breath, our hearts are not in the least tired. For they are nourished by fire, hatred and speed! Does this surprise you? it is because you do not even remember being alive! Standing on the world's summit, we launch once more our challenge to the stars!
Your objections? All right! I know them! Of course! We know just what our beautiful false intelligence affirms: `We are only the sum and the prolongation of our ancestors,' it says. Perhaps! All right! What does it matter? But we will not listen! Take care not to repeat those infamous words! Instead, lift up your head!
Standing on the world's summit we launch once again our insolent challenge to the stars!
..... this is Milan hymn "oh mia bella Madunina" (oh my beautiful Lady) in dialect.. see "songs about Milano" post (for lyrics & meaning), the 2nd part is called "Let the world talk" ('cause many people are jealous of Milan)
..... Milano by Lucio Dalla, the magic city of "moda" and mystery
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..... Northern Italy anthem: Va pensiero (Go, thought, on golden wings) by Verdi (from Nabucco)
"L'Italia è la casa spirituale degli Oasis.
I ragazzi italiani sono come me, molto passionali. 4 elementi li contraddistinguono: il calcio, la musica, la famiglia e l'amore per l'eleganza. I miei amici italiani sono dei fighi, indossano vestiti e scarpe stupende, sciarpe favolose, occhiali da sole anche di notte e donne bellissime al loro fianco. Beh, sono considerato una figura santa in Italia. E' Milano... l'Italia è grande amico, cazzo se mi piace andarci".
(Noel Gallagher, Oasis)
Italy is Oasis spiritual home.
Italian boys are like me, very passionate. 4 elements mark them: football, music, family and love for elegance. My Italian friends are cool, they wear wonderful clothes and shoes, fabulous scarves, sunglasses even at night and beautiful women by their side. Well, I'm considered quite a holy figure in Italy, It's Milan... Italy's great man, I fucking love going there.
"Milano è il miglior fottuto pubblico, e lo dico davvero!"
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(Liam Gallagher, Oasis)
Milan is the best fucking crowd, and I really mean it!
(touching his heart more times)
(Liam Gallagher embracing me)
..... "Slide away" music by Oasis. We have a real piece of Moon next to my house, that is Manchester City symbol. You can see Capello table @ the Football English pub here and also Jesi, the town of former Inter Milan now City manager Mancini, where my uncle was born.
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..... Queen in Milan, Love of my life
..... (AC) Milano Dolce & Gabbana...my lips, for kissing and for words that start with the letter M ;)
..... Monza 2012
"...reminds me of fashion, football, fantastic food and the fans... it's set in amazing city of Milan which provides a beautiful backdrop with the Duomo... I hear it's good for shopping too, shame we don't have time"
..... when it seems to finish, it's not over yet :)
..... Monza 2011
..... Mark Van Bommel crying for leaving Milan
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..... Milano mod Lambretta
..... Pretty Green history. "I'm a cold Italian pizza" :)
the beginning of Pretty Green, Milan, 11 March 2009 (same day: Inter Milan losing in Manchester ehehe). My English blue navy Pretty Green scarf, a must-have: a soft, lightweight polka dot scarf made from 100% cotton and expertly hand-printed by Italy’s leading scarf producer
..... London -> Milan, November 2009, with Milan legend Paolo Maldini. Follow us & Liam on Twitter & YouTube
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..... Milan was appointed as the 1st city of fashion in the world.
"Milano è una città bellissima. Molta gente pagherebbe per stare qui. Non vado quasi mai a fare shopping, quello che mi piace di Milano è la gente".
(David Beckham, Milan)
[=Milan is a beautiful city. Many people would pay for staying here. I almost never go shopping, what I like in Milan is the people.]
"We get chatting to Marco who was around for Paolo Nutini arriving and had given him a quick hand shake then sloped off, (you know how cool guys like to play it), he is really a Brit Indie lad at heart trapped inside the body of an Italian guy, his taste in music is fabulous.
The tempo was troppo caldo (too hot weather), the Duomo is breathtaking to say the least. Milano women are ridiculously stylish and fabulously slim, gorgeous beings. The chef shaped my pizza into a love heart. Italian men are so smooth!
..... Monza 2010
..... London, with a Milan Lambretta... waiting for a PG shop in Milan. Same days, new PG shop and new Milan shop:
..... Katy Perry (Oasis fan) in Milan, music & fashion
"Italian" is not a nationality but a compliment
..... a Dutch man in Milan teaching Italian :). To say Hollywood is the best club, I paid the girl ahaha joking
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..... The centre of the world. The new zone where Oasis had to perform their last concert in history... before the "break" of 5 years... strange coincidence, 2015... we're all part of a Masterplan :)))
In his 'Tales From The Middle Of Nowhere', Noel refers to Italy as the bands’ 'spiritual home' and anyone who has been to an Oasis gig in Italy will know why. It’s fitting that Oasis have chosen Milan to stage the final show... but then Noel left the band again (for the 3rd time) 2 days before
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..... arts->football->art->food->art->fashion->football->music->art... watch this slideshow I made with Oasis piano music of Live forever "we see things they'll never see...'cause I just wanna fly": the 1st city of fashion in the world, the most famous painting in the world, the most famous theatre in the world, the best food in the world, the biggest Christmas tree in the world, the biggest equestrian statue in the world, the 1st team in football history, Milan is magic
..... the most beautiful woman in the world, Breil Milano
..... song of the summer 2010 in Italy. It says "amiamo l'Inghilterra... crediamo nell'eternità", we love England, we believe in eternity.
the city of Milano&England have the same flag. Ladies&gentlemen, AC Milan, best club in history, was founded by a group of English&Italians. Milan was appointed as the 1.city of world fashion.
..... Milano da bere, Milan to drink: historic tv advert in 1987 by Marco Mignani, the same man who invented the political name "Forza Italia", conservative party by Berlusconi, born in Milan
..... ahahaha this is hilarious. One of many Milan red drinks ("Milan to drink") like Ramazzotti, Campari, etc. by a Milan comic band fooling around Milan homosexual fashion stylists ^_^ One says "divine" that also means "of wine" and the other goes "which wine, you stupid (girl) !" ahahaha
I'm pleased to announce that I created the "Milano" Facebook network, the only original one on Facebook (it took years to have it), and to use it you have to ask me (by mail here: email@example.com) a nice Google e-mail address, as "firstname.lastname@example.org" ...I'm not Italian, I'm more: I'm from Milan. :D ...The funny part is that to make Facebook accept it, I put it as a "work network" but now it's also a place network. Milan people are known for being always busy in doing something, so this place-work network is appropriate :)
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AC Milan is the only one club in the world to play the derby of Italy (Milan-Juventus), of Europe (Milan-Real Madrid), of the world (Milan-Boca Juniors), being the most winning one. +derby of the most winning city in the world, 27 international trophies
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