Guillaume Apollinaire
Guillaume Apollinaire
Guillaume Apollinairewas a French poet, playwright, short story writer, novelist, and art critic of Polish descent...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth26 August 1880
CountryFrance
real angel reflection
In this mirror, I am enclosed a live and real as you. Imagine angels and not like the reflections.
french full great logic painting school today universe
French painting today is the only school which counts; only it plunders the universe for the logic of the great traditions, only it is full of life.
pushed
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.
father corpses
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
father our-father corpses
We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.
hate artist i-hate
I hate artists who are not of their time.
pain joy
Joy always came after pain.
time who-i-am one-day
One day One day I waited for myself I said to myself Guillaume it's time you came So I could know just who I am I who know others
cards paper paint
Paint with whatever material you please - with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers.
renewal matisse
Matisse renovates rather than innovates.
jesus sky bird
Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.
rain eye soul
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
beautiful song war
My, how beautiful is war! its songs, its leisure!
unity purity virtue
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.