Maxioms by Guillaume Apollinaire
Come to the edgeHe said. They said: We are afraid.Come to the edgeHe said. They came.He pushed them, andthey flew...
Come to the edgeHe said. They said: We are afraid.Come to the edgeHe said. They came.He pushed them, andthey flew...
I hate artists who are not of their time.
I hate artists who are not of their time.
French painting today is the only school which counts; only it plunders the universe for the logic of the great read more
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.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.
I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of read more
I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.
