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APOLLINAIRE Guillaume (1880-1918)
L.A.S. "Guil Apollinaire", October 26, 1915, to a friend| 4 pages in-8.
Beautiful letter from the Front.
He is not in the quietest place at the Front. "It is also true that I am not bored but that I am bored. So do people who are too rich, they are not bored because they have plenty of distractions and yet they are bored because time passes monotonously and there is no sign of change. I am not bored, having a thousand distractions, not the least of which is ordering the firing of my piece and all the unexpected things that war has in store. We are bored all the same because we are not free, we have nothing to read, we are never alone. Subtlety? No doubt! But subtlety is the great scientific and intellectual field which opens to the man in these glorious times"... He further illustrates this distinction by evoking the frustration of being only a non-commissioned officer, and the forced prohibition to frequent the "beau sesque"... He speaks about various friends that he regrets not being able to see, like the substitute
Granié or Mrs. Thornhill, but he is without hope of an upcoming leave.
He evokes the censorship which struck an article of his Vie anecdotique: "it is that undoubtedly, the censor is entitled to this cross for having handled well in command service the so dangerous weapon of the scissors with which the
Parque slices the life in the zone of the armies as elsewhere. For the rest we wait without haste for 1919 or something close to it.
I have made a poem to Italy which must appear in the Voce where I say
The months are not long nor the days nor the nights
It is the war that is long
That expresses well in my opinion what one feels on the Front. One will have the consolation, I want to believe to be able to sing afterwards as in the pretty tale of Serpentin vert
The pleasures are charming
What will they be after the sorrows
The pleasures are charming
After long torments"...
L.A.S. "Guil Apollinaire", October 26, 1915, to a friend| 4 pages in-8.
Beautiful letter from the Front.
He is not in the quietest place at the Front. "It is also true that I am not bored but that I am bored. So do people who are too rich, they are not bored because they have plenty of distractions and yet they are bored because time passes monotonously and there is no sign of change. I am not bored, having a thousand distractions, not the least of which is ordering the firing of my piece and all the unexpected things that war has in store. We are bored all the same because we are not free, we have nothing to read, we are never alone. Subtlety? No doubt! But subtlety is the great scientific and intellectual field which opens to the man in these glorious times"... He further illustrates this distinction by evoking the frustration of being only a non-commissioned officer, and the forced prohibition to frequent the "beau sesque"... He speaks about various friends that he regrets not being able to see, like the substitute
Granié or Mrs. Thornhill, but he is without hope of an upcoming leave.
He evokes the censorship which struck an article of his Vie anecdotique: "it is that undoubtedly, the censor is entitled to this cross for having handled well in command service the so dangerous weapon of the scissors with which the
Parque slices the life in the zone of the armies as elsewhere. For the rest we wait without haste for 1919 or something close to it.
I have made a poem to Italy which must appear in the Voce where I say
The months are not long nor the days nor the nights
It is the war that is long
That expresses well in my opinion what one feels on the Front. One will have the consolation, I want to believe to be able to sing afterwards as in the pretty tale of Serpentin vert
The pleasures are charming
What will they be after the sorrows
The pleasures are charming
After long torments"...