We Futurists, who for over two years, scorned by the Lame and
Paralyzed, have glorified the love of danger and violence, praised
patriotism and war, the hygene of the world, are happy to finally
experience this great Futurist hour of Italy, while the foul tribe of
pacifists huddles dying in the deep cellars of the ridiculous palace at
The Hague.
We have recently had the pleasure of fighting in the streets with the
most fervent adversaries of the war, and shouting in their faces our firm
beliefs:
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All liberties should be given to the individual and the
collectivity, save that of being cowardly.
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Let it be proclaimed that the word
Italy
should prevail over the word
Freedom.
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Let the tiresome memory of Roman greatness be cancelled by an
Italian greatness a hundred times greater.
For us today, Italy has the shape and power of a fine Dreadnought
battleship with its squadron of torpedo-boat islands. Proud to feel that
the marital fervor throughout the Nation is equal to ours, we urge the
Italian government, Futurist at last, to magnify all the national
ambitions, disdaining the stupid accusations of piracy, and proclaim the
birth of
Panitalianism.
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! There is nothing for
us to admire today but the dreadful symphonies of the shrapnels and the
mad sculptures that our inspired artillery molds among the masses of the
enemy.
