War, the World's Only Hygiene

Let us leave good sense behind like a hideous husk and let us hurl ourselves, like fruit spiced with pride, into the immense mouth and breast of the world! Let us feed the unknown, not from despair, but simply to enrich the unfathomable reservoirs of the Absurd!

A Race car is more beautiful than the Victory of Samotracia

There is no longer beauty except in the struggle. No more masterpieces without an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent assault against the unknown forces in order to overcome them and prostrate them before men.

War, the World's Only Hygiene

Destroy the Museums. Crack syntax. Sabotage the adjective. Leave nothing but the verb.

We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.