“When will you disembarrass yourselves of the lymphatic ideology of that deplorable Ruskin, which I would like to cover with so much ridicule that you would never forget it? With his morbid dream of primitive and rustic life, with his nostalgia for Homeric cheeses and legendary wool-spinners, with his hatred for the machine, steam power, and electricity, that maniac of antique simplicity is like a man who, after having reached full physical maturity, still wants to sleep in his cradle and feed himself at the breast of his decrepit old nurse in order to recover his thoughtless infancy.” MenWantStillsDreamOrderSleepForgetHatredMachinesSimplicityNostalgiaIdeologyMaturityBreastsNever ForgetNursePrimitiveCheeseElectricityRidiculeForget ItCradleSteamInfancyLegendaryAntiquesMorbidManiacsWoolRusticWant To SleepDecrepitSpinner Author:Filippo Tommaso Marinetti
“Call me names, dearest! Call me thy bird That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word, That folds its wild wings there, ne'er dreaming of flight, That tenderly sings there in loving delight! Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,-- Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird!” HeartDreamNamesBirdWingsDelightFlightPetBreastsCall MeCherishFoldsPiningSad HeartPet Names Book:Poems ... Illustrated by ... Darley, etc Source: Poems ... Illustrated by ... Darley, etc