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If you wish,
I shall grow irreproachably tender:
not a man, but a cloud in trousers!

— Vladimir Mayakovsky The Cloud in Trousers (1915)

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Art must not be concentrated in dead shrines called museums. lt must be spread everywhere – on the streets, in the trams, factories, workshops, and in the workers' homes.

Shrine or Factory? (1918)

On the pavement
of my trampled soul
the steps of madmen
weave the prints of rude crude words.

Love's ship has foundered on the rocks of life.
We're quits: stupid to draw up a list
of mutual sorrows, hurts and pains.

No gray hairs streak my soul,
no grandfatherly fondness there!
I shake the world with the might of my voice,
and walk – handsome,
twentytwoyearold.

The Cloud in Trousers (1915)

A rhyme's
…
a barrel of dynamite.
A line is a fuse
that's lit.
The line smoulders,
the rhyme explodes –
and by a stanza
a city
is blown to bits.

A Conversation with the Inspector of Taxes about Poetry (1926)

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