Martinetti's
essay is charged with tremendous energy and is cleverly written. I couldn't
help but read it fast and loud. I even raised my voice where there was
an exclamation point and paused where there was a dash, sort of like rehearsing
for a play. At the risk of sounding corny, the melodramatic essay adrenalized
my being.
Martinetti's main idea is to forget the past and be immersed in the present.
He feels that art and life, in general, dwell in the past. Further, he
feels that the present is always in the shadows of the past and Futurism
is intended to reverse that and cast the shadow on the past. That is why
he adamantly accepts, glorifies, and personifies the machine and the modern
era. He wants to legitimize it and make the masses accept it and face
it.
"Greedy
stations devouring smoking serpents; factories hanging in the clouds by
the thread of their smoke; bridges like giant gymnasts stepping over sunny
rivers...; large breasted locomotives; slippery flight of airplanes whose
propellers have flag like flutterings and applause of enthusiastic crowds."
(Futurist Manifesto, Martinetti.)
His use of imagery is awesome!
I took this quote out of the manifesto because it clearly shows that Martinetti
is accepting the post-industrial scenery. It also seems like he is saying
that this is the new environment. Further, this environment could be looked
at and dissected like the old (nature, etc...).
The artist has to learn to accept it and deal with it like Cezanne dealt
with his skies and mountains.
He emphasizes speed because it is synonymous with the modern, electrical,
and machine oriented life. All of this modernity was new to Martinetti
and his followers and they wanted to try to tackle it and dissect it artistically.
"Lets give ourselves up to the unknown,
not out of desperation but to plumb the deep pits of the absurd."
(Futurist Manifesto, Martinetti.)
"The doors of life must be broken to test the hinges and
the doors." (Futurist Manifesto, Martinetti.)
The early 1900s must have been an exciting time since technology, electricity,
and automobiles were becoming part of daily life. People probably did
not know what to make of these innovations intellectually and philosophically.
The Futurists were merely saying that the first step is to let go of the
past and be present. Absorb the electric lights with your retinas and
feel the wind against your face out of the window of an automobile. Face
technology and deal with it!
There was a part in his essay that reminded me of "Crash", a
novel by J.G. Ballard. In Crash, Ballard fetishes the wounded automobile
(car accidents). There was a character in the novel that craved a union
of blood, semen, and engine coolant in a head on collision with Elizabeth
Taylor. "When I got out from under the upturned
car- torn, filthy, and stinking- I felt the red hot iron of joy pass over
my heart." (Crash, J.G. Ballard)
"The machine emerged slowly, shedding at the bottom like
scales its heavy bottom so sound, and its soft upholstery so comfortable.
They thought it was dead my fine shark, but the stroke of my hand was
enough to restore it to life." (Futurist Manifesto, Martinetti.)
I definitely sense sexual overtones. Their is also a masturbatory/sexual
reference when Martinetti's hand stroke revived the car. In short, he
personifies the car and then sexualizes it. Like I mentioned before his
excitement is completely understandable. I could imagine him walking around
Times Square days on end without succumbing to fatigue or needing nourishment.
Neon will act as his fuel.
"Mythology and the mystic ideal are finally
overcome." (Futurist Manifesto, Martinetti.)
Seemingly ambitious, seemingly arrogant, and seemingly self confident
is how I would describe Martinetti. He wants to literally burry the past
to make room for the present/future.
"Museums, cemeteries!...Identical truly, in the sinister
promiscuousness of so many objects unknown to each other"
(Futurist Manifesto, Martinetti.)
It seems like he intentionally wants to shock people. I love his metaphors
especially the quote above. It is so obvious in that cemeteries can be
compared to life, museums, etc..., but, it's ingenious.
Martinetti wants art
to resemble technology in it's competition and fast evolution. He even
accepts and demands his downfall stating that it should be a natural progression
of art.
I love his last paragraph because it is so IN YOUR FACE; he doesn't seem
to let up. He seems to admit that the past is embedded in us but he is
still asserting his melodramatic but defiant stance and his irrationally
self proclaimed independence.
"Erect on the pinnacle of the world we hurl forth once more
our defiance to the stars." (Futurist Manifesto, Martinetti.)
Umberto
Boccioni.
1910.
"The City Rises". Oil on canvas.
Museum of Modern Art, New York.
Mrs. Simon Guggenheim Fund
Umberto
Boccioni. 1911. “Carra”, by Umberto Boccioni, Carlo Carrà,
Luigi Russolo, Giacomo Balla,
and Gino Severini.
Giacomo
Balla. 1913.
"Abstract Speed
- The Car has Passed" , oil on canvas , 50.2 x 65.4 cm, Tate Gallery,
London.
Umberto
Boccioni
Dynamics of a Footballer
1913
Oil on canvas, 197x201 cm
Boccioni's
plastic dynamism, unlike the techniques of other members of the Futurist
group, does not depend on an oversimplified optical device (such as the
persist-ence of images on the retina) to suggest a sense of move-ment
by repeating certain combined contours. Exper-imental physics do not lie
at the origin of Boccioni's art, but rather the philosophy of Bergson
and hints of Nietzschean vitalism. Boccioni's work seeks to express in
heroic terms the artist's state of mind; in a fluid and constantly self-renewing
continuity the contents of mem-ory coexist with the fact of sensation
- a "synthesis of what one remembers and what one sees," not
in a mechanical and accumulative sequence of time, but in an intuitive
leap that becomes itself in the act of creation
Umberto
Boccioni
"Unique Forms of Cintinuity in Space".
Museum of Modern Art.
1913.
Luigi
Russolo (Italian, 1885-1947), "Dynamism
of an Automobile ",oil on canvas , 106 x 140 cm, Georges Pompidou
Center, Paris. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>>