Poetry Rules

Spending the afternoon in contemplation of over 200 works by Alexsandr Rodchenko has been an amazing experience. I am so glad I had my pad and my pen with me. One must always carry one's writing weapons in the handbag. Mayakovsky's snapshots, in particular, were incredibly inspiring, capturing so well his tormented soul and piercing eyes. No wonder I wrote two new poems!

I have been reading Mayakovsky's poems extensively in the past weeks. I deeply love them and I tend to agree with most of his revolutionary ideas. He does sound prophetic at times:  the poet must hurry time forward . And he was almost too faithful to his idea considering the fact that he committed suicide when aged 36. His definition of a proleterian as someone in love with the future is quite amazing. His ideas on literature so powerful: Why should literature occupy its own special little corner? Either it should appear in every newspaper, every day on every page, or else it's so totally useless. The kind of literature that's dished out as dessert can go to hell. I am so touched by the verses that follow. They could well be my poetical manifesto. For you I will tear out my soul and trample on it till  it spreads out and I'll give it to you, a bloody banner.