At the top of my voice
Russia's original bad-boy poet and avid biker, Mayakovsky would deliver his manuscripts to the publishers by bike. It's not that he was a starving artist who couldn't afford a car. Far from it: his poetry was the toast of the 1920s hipster scene in Moscow. Along with Burliuk, Kruchenykh, and Khlebnikov, he founded The Russian Futurists. They were fascinated by dynamism, speed, and the restlessness of modern urban life. Nothing was more representative of the power of the modern than the bike.
Cars were more powerful. Trains were faster. Planes touched the clouds. But the bike was the cutting edge of the modern world coming to revolutionary Russia. Every man, woman, and child could be totally in control of their own personal means of mass-produced, mechanized freedom. Although Mayakovsky started out with the Anarchists, he threw his creativity into the Bolshevik movement. He committed suicide in Moscow on 14 April 1930. In his suicide note Mayakovsky wrote:
Mother, sisters, friends, forgive me - this is not the way (I do not recommend it to others), but there is no other way out for me.Here's my favorite bike poem he wrote.
Lily - love me.
My most respectedCOMRADES OF THE FUTURE!RummagingIN THESE DAY'S....PETRIFIED SHIT,STUDYING THE DARKNESS OF OUR DAYS, YouPOSSIBLY....WILL ASK ABOUT ME!... Professor,take off your bicycle glasses!I myself will tell
....about my time........and about myself.