Quotes from Velimir Khlebnikov

Scrape the surface of language, and you will behold interstellar space and the skin that encloses it.

You are my song, my dark blue dream Of doves, of winter's drowsy drone, And sleighs that slow and golden go Through gray blue shadows on the snow.

effect the exchange of labor and services by means of an exchange of heartbeats. estimate every task in terms of heartbeats-the monetary unit of the future, in which all individuals are equally wealthy.

Beautiful. Autumn-raw. She must be a witch of some kind

My darling, my dying, my light, my sight, my night my whole day long.

A goddess of black veils and dark prophesies, a goddess of night sighs.

But every line we write breathes victory and challenge, the bad temper of a conqueror, underground explosions, howls. We are a volcano. We vomit forth black smoke. The heavens open and out comes an imposing Pile of garbage; it looks a lot like Leo Tolstoy

To make yourself beautiful you oiled your body with honey, enchanting the bees.