Apollinaire Quotes

#1. Apollinaire said a poet should be 'of his time.' I say objects of the Digital Age belong in newspapers, not literature. When I read a novel, I don't want credit cards; I want cash in ducats and gold doubloons.

Roman Payne

#2. Varese, Apollinaire, Ezra Pound, Leger, Gleizes, Severini, Villon, Duchamp, Duchamp-Villon, Marie Laurencin, Cocteau and many others were to me household names in the literal sense - names of familiar figures around the house.

Jacques Barzun

#3. In this mirror,
I am enclosed a live and real as you.
Imagine angels and not like the reflections.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#4. Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#5. I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death

Guillaume Apollinaire

#6. 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.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#7. Color is the fruit of life.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#8. Today you are walking in Paris the women are all steeped in blood
It was and I'd rather not remember it was at beauty's decline

Guillaume Apollinaire

#9. People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#10. Come to the edge," he said.
"We can't, we're afraid!" they responded.
"Come to the edge," he said.
"We can't, We will fall!" they responded.
"Come to the edge," he said.
And so they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#11. When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.

Guillaume Apollinaire

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

Guillaume Apollinaire

#13. Memory is a hunting horn
Its tone dies out along the wind.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#14. Without artists, the order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#15. Joy always came after pain.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#16. 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 Apollinaire

#17. I don't want to work. I want to smoke.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#18. Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#19. One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.

Guillaume Apollinaire

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

Guillaume Apollinaire

#21. And God said come to the edge." "I can't. I'm afraid." "Come to the edge." "I can't. I'll fall" "Come to the edge." I went to the edge and God pushed me ... ... .and I flew.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#22. Six mirrors keep staring at one another
("Monday rue Christine")

Guillaume Apollinaire

#23. Joy came always after pain.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#24. Matisse renovates rather than innovates.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#25. Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#26. We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#27. Oh Paris
From red to green all the yellow dies away
Paris Vancouver Hyeres Maintenon New York and the Antilles
The window opens like an orange
The beautiful fruit of light
("Windows")

Guillaume Apollinaire

#28. I had the courage to look backward
The ghosts of my days

Guillaume Apollinaire

#29. When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#30. Overhead in the Paris sky
Two airplanes fought it out one day
And one of them was my whole youth
The other was my days to come

Guillaume Apollinaire

#31. The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#32. I hate artists who are not of their time.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#33. It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#34. II
I'm no longer myself in here
I know
I'm number fifteen in the eleventh
Row

Guillaume Apollinaire

#35. The domain of the imagination is reality.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#36. How slow life is, how violent hope is.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#37. Geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#38. My blue mask as a God puts on his sky

Guillaume Apollinaire

#39. Paint with whatever material you please - with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#40. My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

Guillaume Apollinaire

#41. Without artists, the sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#42. It's raining women's voices
as if they had died
even in memory,
and it's raining you as well-
Marvellous encounters of my life
(o little drops!)

Guillaume Apollinaire

#43. Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.

Guillaume Apollinaire