Showing posts with label Futurism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Futurism. Show all posts

Monday, December 12, 2016

"Futurist Painting Sculpture (Plastic Dynamism)" by Umberto Boccioni

ISBN: 978-1-60606-475-7 Getty Publications
Oddly enough, I feel nostalgic for the Futurists.  Which is as a movement in the very early 20th century. One should not have those feelings.  As far as I know, these Italian poets/artists were the first militant arts movement in Europe.  Perhaps the little brother to the Cubists, but with a bigger mouth. Along with F.T. Marinetti, who was actually the main figurehead in the Italian Futurist movement, there was  also Umberto Boccioni, who wrote about the Futurist aesthetic, as well as making sculptures, wrote a collection of essays in 1914, "Futurist Painting Sculpture (Plastic Dynamism)" that along with Marinetti's writings, are very much the ground zero for Futurist thought and action.  



While Cubism is very much about how one looks at the world, the Futurists were focused on the motion, speed, and their passion to destroy the past, so that the young artist can live and work in a dynamic (Italian) culture.  To do so, they must eliminate images of the nude, feminism, portraits of flowers, and statues made of stone and bronze.  They prefer the plastic material which they see as something totally new and therefore, beautiful.   The interesting thing about The Futurists is that they had strong feelings about the nature of being Italian, as well as a need to shock the masses to embrace the new that's the 20th century.  Of course, this leads to Fascism in their country -if not directly, then spiritually.  A lot of the art movements of the time is basically about the eye confronts an object in front of them. Impressionists, Cubists and so forth were more in tuned to the nature of how one sees the landscape in front of them.   Futurists literally wanted to transform that landscape into a physical presence.   To pour cement over Venice was one of their aesthetic goals, which I'm sure would warm the heart of a real estate mogul.  



Still, and especially when I was young, I was intrigued by the Futurists, just due to the fact that I liked Marinetti's narratives and the stylistic poetic skills he brought to the paper.  They believed as men around 30, that by the time of 40, you're out of business in the art/writing world.  They worshiped the idea of youth doing art and making a society that benefits the beauty of the race car and everything that science can bring to that table - including war, which is nothing more than a cleansing of the world.   In a style, it reminds me of more of the militant aspects of the punk movement of the 1970s.  The ground zero is approached to make a new culture.  This, appeals to a man in his late teens to early 20s, but alas, as I got older, I went back to Cubist thought. On the other hand, we can't forget the shock of the new, and the need to flush out the old, to make space for a new idea.  Ironically sometimes the new idea is not that hot.

"Futurist Painting Sculpture" is a fascinating book on many levels.  Beautifully designed by the Getty Publications (would the Futurists appreciate being part of an institution like the Getty?) and wonderfully edited by Richard Shane Agin and Maria Elena Versari, this is an important document to have in one's collection.  Also one gets a lengthy introduction by Versari (almost 50 pages long) that is informative and places the Futurists in the context of the early century.   The book also includes manifestos written by various members of the Futurists as well.   Boccioni, like Marinetti, wrote to shock, and of course reading it now in 2016, it doesn't have that freshness.  But if one can imagine themselves back in time, and being introduced to something visually and aesthetically jarring - well, it would be very interesting.  

Monday, December 22, 2014

December 22, 2014



December 22, 2014

The one clear enemy I do have is the past.  I just have to claim it, and then go forward.  To go backwards is against human nature.  Even if we were all machines, it is built for the purpose to go ahead, not backwards.  “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?” I wake up to the smell of mildew, which is the scent of the past trying to overcome the essence that is the present.  I just want to destroy the chains that’s holding me back, and culture as well.  Tradition is nothing more than a prison.  I wish to break free, and therefore we need to destroy what is keeping us entrapped in our culture.



“I have everything, yet have nothing; and although I possess nothing, still of nothing am I in want.” For the upcoming new year, I plan to destroy my past, so I can truly live for the moment, and for the future.  If I can somehow leave my house on the 31st, by throwing a lighted match over my shoulder into the aging timber that makes my home…. Into ashes.    The bridge between me and the world seems to get longer and longer.  How I desire the train that will take me from Los Angeles to San Francisco in 30 minutes.   The faster the speed, the more conscious I’m of my surroundings.   If I can take a dying shitty city like Venice (Italy and California) and pave it over with cement, I would be so much happy.  On the other hand happiness is such an illusion.  But then again that is the reason why I write: to make illusions for a world that is already a mere illusion.

“Why, Italian Futurists, have you slavishly reproduced only what is commonplace and boring in the bustle of our daily lives.” I crave the sounds from my inner rhythm.   To be restricted by a form that has been in place for centuries is truly a human-made nightmare.  I can’t stand the silence, because the world is naturally noisy - “music is organized sound. ”  



As a poet I even feel constricted by just using only paper and pen.  I’m also concerned what is outside the paper, notebook or book.  Why shouldn’t the table that I write on, not become my work as well?   The world that all of you gave me is either left or right, wrong or right, this and that, him or her, or her and her, or him and him - and so forth.  What I crave is to jump out of the jail cell you made for me, and totally express myself using every essence of science, thought, and body.   You pretend to show me love, but in fact you’re my rival.  “I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.”



The greatest invention is the machine.  It has allowed us to focus our attentions, and even more important, our time on things we desire.  Anything that wipes out the current world is all right with me.  We all have a need to clean ourselves, and what better way than a bath that is a mixture of war, mayhem, desire, and fresh clean water.  “Time and space died yesterday.  We already live in the absolute, because we have already created eternal, omnipresent speed.” “Let’s murder the moonlight, ” and embrace the essence of our passion, which is the beauty and purity of speed, for the purpose of movement, change, and the love of neon.