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Guillaume Apollinaire

A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.

Architecture, Elements

Guillaume Apollinaire

Oh ParisFrom red to green all the yellow dies awayParis Vancouver Hyeres Maintenon New York and the AntillesThe window opens like an orangeThe beautiful fruit of light(“Windows”)

antilles, color, colors, hyeres, maintenon, new-york, paris, vancouver

Guillaume Apollinaire

Vase[Why weep Come back tomorrow There are also poisonous flowers and flowers always open in the evening she loves the cinema she has been in Russia Love married with disdain Pearl-studded watch a trip to Montrouge Maisons- Lafitte and everything finishes in perfumes remember Let the flower bloom and let the fruit rot and let the grain sprout while the storms rage]

Guillaume Apollinaire

People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.

Guillaume Apollinaire

Horse[Man you will find herea new representation of the universeat its most poetic and most modernMan man man man man manGive yourself up to this art where the sublimedoes not exclude charmand brilliancy does not blur the nuanceit is now or never the momentto be sensitive to poetry for it dominatesall dreadfullyGuillaume Apollinaire]

art, charm, modern, modernity, poems, poetry, sublime

Guillaume Apollinaire

Come to the edge, He said.They said: We are afraid.Come to the edge, He said.They came. He pushed them,And they flew . . .”— Guillaume ApollinairetFrench poet

histrorical-fiction, leadership, learning, nation

Guillaume Apollinaire

Now you are walking in Paris all alone in the crowdAs herds of bellowing buses drive byLove’s anguish tightens your throatAs if you were never to be loved againIf you lived in the old days you would enter a monasteryYou are ashamed when you discover yourself reciting a prayerYou make fun of yourself and like the fire of Hell your laughter cracklesThe sparks of your laugh gild the depths of your lifeIt’s a painting hanging in a dark museumAnd sometimes you go and look at it close up

anguish, city, crowd, laughing, laughter, love, monastery, museum, painting, paris, prayer, praying

Guillaume Apollinaire

All the words I have to say have turned into stars.

Guillaume Apollinaire

You alone in Europe are not ancient oh ChristianityThe most modern European is you Pope Pius XAnd you whom the windows observe shame keeps youFrom entering a church and confessing this morningYou read the prospectuses the catalogues the billboards that sing aloudThat’s the poetry this morning and for the prose there are the newspapersThere are the 25 centime serials full of murder mysteriesPortraits of great men and a thousand different headlines(“Zone”)

advertising, billboard, catalogs, church, city, confession, europe, european, headlines, language, modernity, mysteries, mystery-novels, newspapers, poetry, pope-pius-x, prose, text, words

Guillaume Apollinaire

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature’s monotony. The sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. The order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish. Everything would break up in chaos. There would be no seasons, no civilization, no thought, no humanity; even life would give way, and the impotent void would reign everywhere.

art, nature, poetry

Guillaume Apollinaire

J’ai cueilli ce brin de bruyèreL’automne est morte souviens-t’enNous ne nous verrons plus sur terreOdeur du temps brin de bruyèreEt souviens-toi que je t’attends

Guillaume Apollinaire

Without poets, without artists… everything would fall apart into chaos. There would be no more seasons, no more civilizations, no more thought, no more humanity, no more life even; and impotent darkness would reign forever. Poets and artists together determine the features of their age, and the future meekly conforms to their edit.