"Fiume is as invincible as she has ever been. True, we may all perish beneath her ruins, but from these same ruins the spirit will rise again strong and vigorous. From the indomitable Sinn Fein of Ireland to the Red Flag which unites cross and crescent in Egypt, rebellions of the spirit, catching fire from our sparks, will burn afresh against the devourers of raw flesh, and the oppressors of unarmed nations. The voracious Empire which has possessed itself of Persia, Mesopotamia, New Arabia and a greater part of Africa, and yet is never satisfied, can, if it so wishes, send its aviator-murderers against us, just as in Egypt it was not ashamed to massacre insurgents, who were armed with nothing more than sticks."
-Gabriele D'annunzio

Fivme united:
Communists
Fascists
Anarchists
Nationalists
Rightists
Leftists

And we will do it again

The Portuguese magazine "Jovem Revolução".

"Blessed are the youth thirsty for glory, for they will be satisfied.

Blessed are the merciful, for they will be called to stop beautiful rivers of blood and cover marvelous wounds.

Blessed are those who have the most, because they are the ones who can risk the most.

Blessed are those who return victorious, for they will see the face of a New Rome."

-Gabriele D'Annunzio

"I declare that it is far from my idea to encourage anything like a state art. Art belongs to the domain of the individual. The state has only one duty: not to undermine art, to provide humane conditions for artists, to encourage them from the artistic and national point of view."
-F.T Marinetti

Roma Futurista (the futurist newspaper of Rome) announcing the publication of the manifesto of the Italian Futurist Party

https://collections.library.yale.edu/catalog/2017755?child_oid=1069462
https://collections.library.yale.edu/catalog/2017754
https://collections.library.yale.edu/catalog/2017753

Three fully readable copies of the Roma Futurist (in Italian)

Mario Sironi, “Disegno"

"The cavern was dark and the gathering was great.

In our midst, a puppet, the object of the wake.

We stood on either side of it, myself and Death,

With each one tugging at an arm. My final breath



Was encased in that flaccid, inanimate mask!

With my whole body I bent, as against a blast

Of icy wind, fighting Death with all my vigor,

Which blazed at the thought of emerging the victor.

If I failed in my effort, I knew I was lost;

My will to live grew tense—my life would be the cost.



But then Death ripped the miserable puppet in half—

I held on to my part, The crowd burst out in laugh-

ter. Then seizing its limp, mutilated trophy,

Death fled… and I now feared for my own destiny.



After Death disappeared, the crowd slowly vanished

Before my empty eyes. As the noise diminished,

I looked at my half of the puppet with a moan,

In the cavern grown dark where I stood all alone."
-Valentine De Saint Point
"The Puppet and Death"

Marinetti fighting a duel with the Charles Henri Hirsch, in Rome, April 30, 1924.

"The combatants were MM. Charles Henri Hirsch, the novelist and dramatic critic, and F.T. Marinetti, the Franco-Italian poet and playwright. Their desperate fight was a result of an alteration during a performance of M. Marinetti’s play, Le Roi Bombance.

The swords flashed dazzlingly in the sunshine, and the two men, as they gained or gave ground, looked for all the world like fighting cocks.

In the tenth encounter there was an exciting moment when M. Hirsch’s sword snapped. The seconds threw up M. Marinetti’s sword just in time. In the eleventh encounter M. Hirsch was wounded in the right forearm, the cut being three quarters of an inch deep.

The seconds called a halt, but M. Hirsch insisted on the duel proceeding. The wound was therefore bound up, and the fight continued.

After the twelfth encounter it became obvious that M. Hirsch, owing to the stiffness of his wounded arm, was unable to properly use his sword. In view of his manifest inferiority the seconds insisted that the duel should cease."

“One day on the hotel stairs I met the aviator Guido Keller, the Commander's action secretary. I looked at this man with a strange face in which his black eyes shone very sharply, which scrutinized me from head to toe. When we were close, he held out his hand and we immediately started talking. [...] We talked about making a revolution that would begin to change the organization of the army, of abolishing the ranks above the captain, of recreating the ancient companies of fortune of Italian tradition, of taking the bravest as an exemplary type of the true Italian soldier and to change the uniform, abolishing the closed collar and the useless sword".

-Giovanni Comisso, My seasons, Longanesi, 1963

"It's you, Guido Keller, comrade who knows how to talk to the eagle and know how to persuade the chest, comrade who knows how to keep the eagle in prison and load the chest with patience, did you come to my bedside?"

-Gabriele D'Annunzio, The Italian wing is liberated, Rome, La Fionda, 1919

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