"…The group which was organizing the New Masses gave Mayakovsky a party at a private house. It was typical of the gay twenties— jazz records, bathtub gin, dancing in shirtsleeves. Mayakovsky danced with the strength and awkwardness of a bear, and liked it. So did the girls. Then the poet was urged to read his verses. He took a little notebook out of his pocket and read his latest. We all drank too much. Mayakovsky, twice my size, lifted me to the ceiling to show his strength. I made fun of his booming voice by reciting the first two lines of his poem in mangled form without knowing their meaning.
“Take the potatoes out of your mouth,” he said.
“The revolution doesn’t need a megaphone voice,” I said. “Look at Lenin.”
“Lenin’s voice did not matter. He talked with cannon. I have no cannon, but I have my voice."