We leave you a list of Poems of futurism Of great authors like Filippo Tomasso Marinetti, Vladímir Mayakovski or Vladimir Mayakovsky.
He Futurism Is an avant-garde artistic movement created by the Italian Filippo Tommaso Marinetti at the beginning of the 20th century, and its influence covered other areas of art, such as literature.
Marinetti
Although the futuristic current had great boom in the field of the plastic arts, Futurism originated in the letters and its founder, Marinetti was, in fact, poet.
This current has as main characteristics the exaltation of originality, contents that refer to the movement (time, speed, force, energy, rhythm) and modernity (machines, automobiles, cities, dynamism).
5 poems by the best known futurist authors
Hug you
When they told me that you had left
Where it does not turn
The first thing I regret was not hugging you more often
Many more
Many more times many more
Death took you and left me.
Just
Just
So dead me too
It's curious,
When someone loses from the circle of power
That binds us to life,
That circle where only four,
That circle,
We are reproached (vain)
Joys
Of the theater
What is lair
For siblings
And a pity, pity that does not fit inside
One's
And a pity, pity that drowns us
It's curious,
When your life becomes before and after,
Outside you look the same
Inside you split in two
And one of them
And one of them
Hides sleeping on your chest
In your chest
As bed
And it's forever forever
No more going
In the life
Dear
Life
How sad I can not
Get older
With you.
Author: Filippo Tommaso Marinetti
Poet and Worker
We are even.
Companions, within the working mass.
Proletarians of body and soul.
Only together we will beautify the world.
And we will push it with hymns.
Author: Vladimir Mayakovski
Car Song
MON PÉGASE L'AUTOMOBILE
God, vehement of a race of steel,
Drunk space car,
That piafas of anguish, with the brake on the shrill teeth!
Oh formidable Japanese monster of forge eyes,
Nourished with flames and mineral oils,
Hungry for horizons and sidereal dams
Your heart expands in your diabolical taf-taf
And your heavy tires will swell for the dances
To dance on the white roads of the world!
Let loose, finally, your metal ties...
You throw the Infinite Liberator with drunkenness!
To the din of the howling of your voice...
Behold, the setting sun is imitating your swift walk,
Accelerating his bloody palpitation at the horizon...
See him galloping to the bottom of the woods!
What matters, beautiful Demon!
At your mercy I find myself...
Take me upon the deaf earth in spite of all its echoes,
Under the sky that blinds in spite of its stars of gold,
Way exasperating my fever and my desire,
With the dagger of cold in the face!
From time to time I raise my body to feel in my neck,
Which shakes the pressure of the frozen arms
And velvety of the wind.
It's your lovely and distant arms that appeal to me!
This wind is your devouring breath,
Infinite Infinite that you absorb me with joy...
TO! The black demineralized mills
It seems suddenly that,
On their blades of emballenada cloth
They start a crazy race
Like on an inordinate leg...
Behold, the Mountains are about to launch
On my flight layers of drowsy freshness...
There! There! Look! In that sinister bend!
Oh Mountains, Monstrous Reed, Mammuths
That trots heavily, bowing the immense loins,
You paraded... you are already drowned
In the skein of the mists!...
And I vaguely hear the squeaking noise
Produced on roads
By your colossal legs of seven-leagues boots...
Mountains of the cool layers of sky!
Beautiful rivers that breathe in the moonlight!
Dark plains I pass you the great gallop
Of this crazed monster...
Stars, My Stars,
Hear your footsteps, the strains of your barking
And the endless rattle of his copper lungs?
I accept with you the opposite,
My stars... More soon!...
Still more soon Without a truce
Without any rest Stop the brakes!
What! Can not you? Â € |Rompedlos! Â?? | Soon!
May the pulse of the engine increase its momentum!
Hurrah! No more contact with our unclean land!
I finally move away from her and I fly serenely
By the scintillating fullness of the Astros
They tremble in their great blue bed!
Author: Filippo Tommaso Marinetti
Hear!
Hear!
Perhaps if the stars shine,
Is there anybody who needs it?
Does anyone want them to be?
Does anybody take these spitpots for pearls?
And shouting,
Between midday dust,
He makes his way to God,
He fears that no one expects it,
Cry
Kisses his hand,
Pray
There will be a star!
Calls
Will not stand this ordeal in the dark!
And then
He is restless,
With an expression of calm.
He tells someone:
"Do not you have anything left?
It's not scary?
Yes?! Â????
Hear!
Maybe if the stars
Shine
Is there anybody who needs it?
Is it necessary
That every night
On the roofs
Is even a star lit?!
Author: Vladimir Maiakovski
Before the cinema
And then this afternoon we will go
To the movies
The Artists of Now
They are no longer those who cultivate Fine Arts
They are not those who deal with Art
Poetic or musical art
Artists are the actors and the actresses
If we were artists
We would not say cinema
We would say cinema
But if we were old provincial teachers
We would not say cinema or cinema
But cinematograph
God, too, it is necessary to have good taste.
Author: Wilhelm Apollinaire de Kostrowitsky
References
- Poem and its elements: verse, verse, rhyme. Recovered from portaleducativo.net
- Poem. Retrieved from en.wikipedia.org
- Filippo Tomasso Marinetti. Retrieved from en.wikipedia.org
- Hug you. Recovered from poemasfuturistas.blogspot.com.ar
- Vladimir Mayakovsky... Five poems. Recovered from observeremoto.blogspot.com.ar
- Futurism. Top representatives. Recovered from futurismo-leng.blogspot.com.ar
- The song of the car, Marinetti. Recovered from papelenblanco.com
- Poems by Guillaume Apollinaire. Retrieved from opinionseideas.org.