Quotes from Vladimir Mayakovsky

But I, from poetry's skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.

My verse has brought me no roubles to spare: no craftsmen have made mahogany chairs for my house.

Too slow, the wagons of years, The oxen of days--too glum. Our god is the god of speed, Our heart--our battle-drum.

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.

Our planet is poorly equipped for delight. One must snatch gladness from the days that are. In this life it's not difficult to die. To make life is more difficult by far.

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.

Comrade life, let us march faster, March faster through what's left of the five-year plan.

Gentle souls! You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the drums violently. But can you turn yourselves inside out, like me And become just two lips entirely?

On I'll pass, dragging my huge love behind me.On whatfeverish night, deliria-ridden, by what Goliaths was I begot – I, so bigand by no one needed?

If you like I'll be furious flesh elemental, or- changing to tones that the sunset arouses- if you like- I'll be extraordinary gentle, not a man but - a cloud in trousers.

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 love boat has crashed against the everyday.