What was remarkable about the poet F. T. Marinetti’s first Futurist Manifesto in Le Figaro ?

It resounded like the monotonous beating of a big drum that filled the air with muffled shocks and lingering vibration.

It proclaimed that someone must go on writing for those who were still convinced of the future for which they had taken up arms.

It blasted the dead weight of “museums, libraries, and academics,” glorifying “the beauty of speed.”

It declared that man, the individual, is an infinite reservoir of possibilities; and if man can so rearrange society by the destruction of oppressive disorder, then the possibilities have a future.