"Art must not be concentrated in dead shrines called museums. lt must be spread everywhere β on the streets, in the trams, factories, workshops, and in the workers' homes."
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"Shrine or Factory?" (1918); translation from Mikhail Anikst et al. (eds.) Soviet Commercial Design of the Twenties (New York: Abbeville Press, 1987) p. 15
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Vladimir Mayakovsky
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky (19 July 1893 NS β 14 April 1930) was a Georgian-born Russian playwright, screenwriter and poet. A Bolshevik activist before 1917, he became the pre-eminent poet of the Russian Revolution and one of the leading literary figures of the Futurist movement.
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