FUTURISM is already PASSEIST, a century old! Not relevant to our times ! We are no longer trying to become the superhuman machines, the machines are now trying to become human like us. We have gone from using machines to INTERACTING with them. We are CREATORS of a new species the ANTHROPOMORPHIC MACHINE. We should no longer be fascinated with big machine shapes and complicated wire connections and structures of industrialism. We are beyond that! We live in a WIRELESS ELECTRONIC WORLD! Everything is becoming smaller with less wires with less material, smaller and more intelligent. We live in the times of the INTERNET! THE MAGIC OF WIRELESS CONNECTIONS FASCINATES US! One cannot determine where it is , one cannot see it one cannot make it shown but the connection is there! The Internet connects us to the WHOLE WORLD. We only need to make small GESTURES and we can see , can talk to, can interact with ROME, AUSTRALIA, USA, ENGLAND AND ALL THE OTHER COUNTRIES at the same time. Our Gestures are now important movements. We use mobile phones. We click things. We have ALL our friends all our family all the people we know in IMMEDIATE ACCESS! It only takes a click and I can whisper something and they can hear me at the other end of the world. It only takes a click and I  know things I did not know before. It only takes a click and I meet someone online. We live in TWO REALITIES. One is the literal physical one and one is online. We have TWO SELVES, one literal and physical which a few people have access to and an online self who the world HAS ACCESS to! Lets aknowledge both our realities. Lets stop avoiding to admit that we live in both. We play interactive games with our machines we talk to them we feed them information and they feed back we give them names they become us. We live both in reality and the experience of reality! LETS EMBRACE BOTH OUR WORLDS IN EVERYDAY LIFE IN ART IN MUSIC IN DANCE!

(This is what I had in mind about the beginning of the manifesto, then we can start writing our choreography of interactive technological lifestyle according to our dance manifesto!  Of course we can add/change things tomorrow, I have some more ideas to add, have a read through and let me know! Iris)


According to what we decided in the meeting,this is a summary of what we said we’d do in preparation for tuesday’s class:

1)buy white suit (from pound land- like the one Michaela got!)

2)buy glow sticks (from pound land- 20 for one pound!)

3)Caroline-write sound poem

4)Iris-write the new manifesto

5)Sam- try to find sounds that we could use

6)Iakovos- try to film gestures

7) try to find torches

Manifesto of the futurist dance by F.T. Marinetti July 8, 1917

Once the glorious Italian ballet was dead and buried, there began in Europe stylisations of savage dances, elegant versions of exotic dances, modernizations of ancient dances. Parisian red pepper + panache + shield + lance + ecstasy in front of idols that have lost all meaning + undulations of Montmartre thighs = an erotic passeist anachronism for foreigners….

With Nijinsky the pure geometry of the dance, free of mimicry and without sexual stimulation, appears for the first time.

Isadora Duncan creates the free dance, with no preparatory mime, that ignores musculature and eurythmy in order to devote everything to emotional expression, to the aerial ardour of its steps. But fundamentally she merely proposes to intensify, enrich, and modulate in a hundred different ways the rhythm of a woman’s body that languidly rejects, languidly invokes, languidly accepts, and languidly regrets the masculine giver of erotic happiness.

Isadora Duncan, whom I often had the pleasure of admiring in her free improvisations among the veils of mother-of-pearl smoke of her atelier, used to dance freely, thoughtlessly, as if talking, desiring, loving, weeping, to any sort of little tune no matter how vulgar, like “Mariette, ma petite Mariette” strummed on a piano. But she never managed to project anything but the most complex feelings of desperate nostalgia, of spasmodic sensuality and cheerfulness, childishly feminine.

There are many points of contact between Isadora’s art and pictorial Impressionism, as there are between Nijinsky’s art and Cezanne’s constructions of volumes and forms.

So, naturally, under the influence of the Cubist researches and of Picasso especially, a dance of geometrised volumes was created, almost independent of the music. Dance became an autonomous art, the music’s equal. Dance no longer submitted to the music, it replaced it.

Valentine de Saint-Pont conceived an abstract, metaphysical dance that was supposed to embody pure thought without sentimentality or sexual excitement. Her metachorie consists of mimed and danced poetry. Unfortunately it is passeist poetry that navigates within the old Greek and medieval sensibility: abstractions danced but static, arid, cold, emotionless. Why deprive oneself of the vivifying element of mime? Why put on a Merovingian helmet and veil one’s eyes?

In a much more modern spirit Dalcroze has created a very interesting rhythmic gymnastics, which nevertheless limits its effects to muscular hygiene and the description of the work of the fields.

We Futurists prefer Louie Fuller and the “cakewalk” of the Negroes (utilisation of electric light and mechanisms).


One must go beyond muscular possibilities and aim in the dance for that ideal multiplied body of the motor that we have so long dreamed of. One must imitate the movements of machines with gestures; pay assiduous court to steering wheels, ordinary wheels, pistons, thereby preparing the fusion of man with the machine, to achieve the metallicity of the Futurist dance.

Music is fundamentally and incurably passeist, hence hard to employ in the Futurist dance. Noise, being the result of the rubbing together or the collision of solids, liquids, or gases in fast motion, has become by means of onomatopoeia one of the most dynamic elements of Futurist poetry. Noise is the language of the new human-mechanical life. The Futurist dance will therefore be accompanied by organized noises and by the orchestra of special effects [intonarumori] invented by Luigi Russolo.

In this Futurist epoch of ours, when more than twenty million men, form with their battle lines a fantastic Milky Way of exploding shrapnel stars that bind the earth together; when the Machine and the Great Explosives, cooperating with the war, have centupled the force of the races, obliging them to give all they have of boldness, instinct, and muscular resistance, the Futurist dance can have no other purpose than to immensity heroism, master of metals, and to fuse with the divine machines of speed and war.

I therefore extract the first three Futurist dances from the three mechanisms of war: shrapnel, the machine gun, and the airplane.



Part One

I want to give the fusion of the mountain with the parabola of the shrapnel. The fusion of the carnal human song with the mechanical noise of shrapnel. To give the ideal synthesis of the war: a mountain soldier who carelessly sings beneath an uninterrupted vault of shrapnel.

Movement 1: With the feet mark the boom-boom of the projectile coming from the cannon’s mouth.

Movement 2: With arms spread apart describe at moderate speed the long whistling parabola of the shrapnel as it passes over the soldier’s head and explodes too high or behind him. The danseusewill hold up a sign printed in blue: Short to the right

Movement 3: With the hands (wearing very long silver thimbles) raised and open, as high as possible, give the proud, blessed, silvery explosion of the shrapnel in its paaaak. The danseuse will hold up a sign printed in blue: Long to the left. Then she will hold up another printed in silver: Don’t slip on the ice. Synovitis.

Movement 4: With the whole body vibrating, the hips weaving, and the arms making swimming motions, give the waves and flux and reflux and concentric or eccentric motions of echoes in ravines, in open fields and up the slopes of mountains. The danseuse will hold up a sign printed in black: Water duty; another in black: Mess duty; still another in black: The mules, the mail.

Movement 5: With little leaping handclaps and a pose of ecstatic suspension, express the indifferent and always idyllic calm of nature and the cheep-cheep-cheep ofthe birds. The danseuse will hold up a sign printed in disordered letters: 300 meters to camp. Then another in red: 15 degrees below zero. 800 meters red ferocious suave.

Part Two

Movement 6: The slow, casual, thoughtless gait of the mountain soldiers who march under successive furious parabolas of shrapnel. The danseuse will light a cigarette while hidden voices sing one of the many war songs:

il comandante del sesto alpine incomincia a sbombardar ….

[the commander of the sixth alpines begins the bombardment ….]


Movement 7: The undulation with which the danseuse continues to express the war song will be interrupted by Movement 2 (whistling parabola of shrapnel).

Movement 8: The undulati on with whi ch the danseuse conti nues to express the war song wi II be i nterrupted by Movement 3 (explosi on of the shrapnel high up).

Movement 9: The undulation will be interrupted by Movement 4 (waves of echoes).

Movement 10: The undulation will be interrupted by Movement 5 (cheep-cheep-cheep of the birds in the placidity of nature).


I want to give the Italian carnality of the shout Savoia! that rips itself apart and dies heroically in shreds against the mechanical geometrical inexorable rolling-mill of the machine-gun fire.

Movement 1: With the feet (arms stretched forward), give the mechanical hammering of the machine gun tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. The danseuse will show in a rapid gesture a sign printed in red: Enemy at 700 meters.

Movement 2:  With the hands rounded like cups (one full of white roses, the other full of red roses), imitate fire as it pours steadily and violently out of the machine-gun barrels. The danseuse will have a large white orchid between her lips and will have a sign printed in red: Enemy at 500 meters.

Movement 3: With arms wide open describe the circling, sprinkling fan of projectiles.

Movement 4: Slow turn of the body, while the feet hammer on the wooden floor.

Movement 5: Accompany with violent forward thrusts of the body the cry Savoiaaaaa!

Movement 6: The danseuse, on hands and knees, will imitate the form of a machine gun, silver-black under its ribbon-belt of cartridges. Stretching her arms forward, she will feverishly shake the white and red orchid like a gun barrel in the act of firing.




The danseuse will dance on top of a large, violently coloured geographical map (four meters square) on which will be drawn in large, highly visible characters the mountains, woods, rivers, geometries of the countryside, the great traffic centres of the cities, the sea

The danseuse must form a continual palpitation of blue veils. On her chest, like a flower, a large celluloid propeller that because of its very nature will vibrate with every bodily movement Her face dead white under a white hat shaped like a monoplane.

Movement 1: Lying on her stomach on the carpet-map, the danseuse will simulate with jerks and weavings of her body the successive efforts of a plane trying to take off. Then she will come forward on hands and knees and suddenly jump to her feet, her arms wide, her body straight but shivering all over.

Movement 2: The danseuse, still straight, will shake a sign printed in red: 300 meters – 3 spins – climb. Then, right away, a second sign: 600 meters-avoid mountain.

Movement 3: The danseuse will heap up a lot of green cloth to simulate a green mountain, then will leap over it. She will reappear immediately, arms open, all vibrant.

Movement 4: The danseuse all vibrant, will wave in front of herself a great gilded cardboard sun and will run a very fast circle, pretending to follow it (frenzied, mechanical).

Movement 5: With organised noises imitate the rain and the sighing of the wind and, with continual interruptions of the electric light, imitate the lightning flashes. Meanwhile the danseuse will raise up a frame covered with red vellum paper in the form of a sunset cloud and will break through it in a graceful leap (grand and slow melancholy waves of sound).

Movement 6: The danseuse will wave in front of herself another frame covered with dark-blue vellum paper, in the form and colour of a starry night. She will step across it, breaking through. Then she will scatter golden stars on the ground around her (gay ironic thoughtless).


Thinking about what we said on using music from technology for our dance I was thinking that us music students could create a”soundtrack” using the sounds of macs pc and video games on Logic (its a recording programme on the macs). Then we could create an arrangement for these prerecorded sounds and the live theremin- so it would be INTERACTIVE ( this is for iak:P )! Let me know what you think!  🙂