Do you remember, here, the "manifesto" of modism? It was an admiration of youth. The same was for Milan Futurism. Besides, modism has a nationalist symbol, with the colours of Great Britain flag (often you may find it with Italian colours, just changing the blue with green and keeping Milan red&white). The same for Milan Futurism, admiring nationalism.
Though there are differences, Futurism was revolutionary.
Today I visited the new 900 museum, there's a lot about it. And there are already many Italian flags around, 'cause on 17 March 2011, the day after Beady Eye gig in Milan, it's Italy's birthday, 150 years old, still a quite young nation, though the Roman empire was very old.
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 England, Russia, 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. "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 (Beady Eye image: the young girl controlling the crocodile representing 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.
Liam Gallagher almost the same :), he already made music, Pretty Green fashion, soon cinema (DiLello book about the Beatles) and will write a book of memories.
"Step off the train all alone at dawn..." (military video of Oasis' D'you know what I mean, with helicopters - and @ 900 museum there's also a helicopter) "look into the wall of my mind's eye...", also saying "don't look back" as futurists did.
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.
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We want to glorify war - the only cure for the world - militarism, patriotism...
(photo: "war is the only hygiene of the world")
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Standing on the world's summit we launch once again our insolent challenge to the stars!
The (Greek) Victory of Samothrace was stolen by the French as usual...
Soldier on
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