Guillaume Apollinaire was a French poet, playwright and art critic born in Italy on this day in 1890 to Angelica de Kostrowitzky  who registered
 the infant who would become France’s greatest war poet. as Guglielmo 
Alberto Wladimiro Alessandro Apollinare
Angelica hailed from Lithuanian-Polish petty aristocracy. Her 
grandfather had been wounded while fighting with the czar’s troops at 
Sebastopol. Her father was a valet to the pope. Angelica was a demimondaine, kept by wealthy lovers.
Family legend claimed that Guillaume’s father was a 
Roman aristocrat. But in the first decade of the 20th century, when 
Apollinaire was a writer and art critic at the heart of the pre-war 
cultural revolution in Paris, his friends believed him to be the 
illegitimate son of a Roman prelate. 
“He was registered as the son of an unknown father and remained so,” 
says Laurence Campa, the author of the definitive biography of 
Apollinaire, published by Gallimard in Paris.Officially, Apollinaire was a citizen of Russia
 Angelica took Guillaume and his half- brother Albert to the Côte d’Azur,
 where she haunted the gambling dens of Nice and Monaco.  
In his youth Apollinaire assumed the 
		    identity of a Russian prince.  He received a French education at the 
		    Collège Saint-Charles in Monaco, and afterwards in schools in Cannes and 
		    Nice. 
At the age of 20 he 
traveled to Paris before traveling to Germany where he fell in love with
 the countryside and wrote several poems. He also fell in love with an 
English girl, whom he followed to London only to be rebuffed, which 
caused him to write his poem, “Chanson du mal-aimé” (“Song of the Poorly
 Loved”).
In to Paris he earned a reputation as a writer 
and befriended many of the city’s struggling artists, many of whom went 
on to some acclaim, including Alfred Jarry, 
https://teifidancer-teifidancer.blogspot.com/2011/06/alfed-jarry-891877-11107-life-as-riot.html Andre Derain, Raoul Dufy and Maurice de 
Vlaminck. He championed the work of the folk artist Henri Rousseau. 
Apollinaire introduced the artists to African art, which was beginning 
to become popular in France. His influence on the young artists of the 
time is immeasurable. Through him the artists became Cubists, as an art critic 
Apollinaire was the first to champion Cubist painting;he wrote 
the preface to their catalogue, producing his own “
Peinture cubist” 
(Cubist Painters) in 1913,which explored the theory 
		    of cubism and analysed psychologically the chief cubists and their works.  
		    According to Apollinaire, art is not a mirror held up to nature, so cubism 
		    is basically conceptual rather than perceptual.  By means of the mind, 
		    one can know the essential transcendental reality that subsists 'beyond the 
		    scope of nature.
The term Orphism (1912) is also his and described 'the art of painting new structures out of elements 
		    that have not been borrowed from the visual sphere but have been created 
		    entirely by the artist himself, and have been endowed by him with the 
		    fullness of reality.' Among Orphicist artist were Robert Delaunay, Fernand 
		    Léger, Francis Picabia, and Frantisek Kupka.. Apollinaire also wrote one of the earliest Surrealist literary works, the play The Breasts of Tiresias (1917), which became the basis for the 1947 opera Les mamelles de Tirésias.
Apollinaire’s writing on art was more than simple review. He captured 
the spirit of the movements. Of Picasso, he wrote in the March issue of 
Montjoie!, “He is a new man and the world is as he represents it. He has
 enumerated its elements, its details, with a brutality that knows, on 
occasion, how to be gracious.” Apollinaire, in 1918, wrote of Matisse, 
“With the years, his art has perceptibly stripped itself of everything 
that was non-essential; yet its ever-increasing simplicity has not 
prevented it from becoming more and more sumptuous.”
 While producing a large quantity of art criticism, he also found time to
 publish a book of poetry, “The Rotting Magician” in 1909, a collection 
of stories, “L’Hérésiarque et Cie” (“The Heresiarch and Co.”), in 1910, a
 collection of quatrains called “Le Bestiaire” in 1911, and what is 
considered his masterpiece, “Alcools,” The prose-poem depicted the entombment of 
		    Merlin the Enchanter by his love.  From his sufferings Merlin creates a 
		    new world of poetry.  Alcools combined classical verse forms 
		    with modern imagery, involving transcriptions of street conversations 
		    overheard by change and the absence of punctuation.  It opened with the 
		    poem Zone, in which the tormented poet wanders through streets after 
		    the loss of his mistress.  Among its other famous poems are 'Le pont 
		    Mirabeau' and 'La chanson du mal-aime.' 
 “Alcools” is pronounced “al-coal,” meaning “spirits,” although it is 
also an obvious pun on “alcohol.” Indeed, the original title was 
“Brandy.” 
Apollinaire was caught up, along with Picasso, in the theft of the “Mona
 Lisa” from the Louvre in 1911, an incident that would indirectly lead 
to his death. His reputation as a radical and as a foreigner, led to his
 being arrested in August 1911, on suspicion of stealing the painting 
and a number of Egyptian antiquities, although he was released five days
 later for lack of evidence. The Egyptian sculptures had been taken by 
Apollinaire’s former secretary Honoré Joseph Géry Pieret. In order to 
protect himself, as he was also considered a suspicious foreigner, 
Picasso publicly denied that he and Apollinaire were friends, causing a 
rift in the friendship.In 1911.
Apollinaire had a rebellious spirit and seemed an unlikely solider, 
but in December 1914 he voluntarily joined the French army, much to the 
surprise of many of his friends, and was posted to the front in April 
1915.While in military training, Apollinaire met Louise de Châtillon-Coligny, for whom he wrote many of his best war poems:
                                                        
 If I died over there on the army front
 You would cry for a day oh Lou my beloved
 And then my memory would fade as dies
 A shell bursting on the army front
 A beautiful shell like flowering mimosa
 Apollinaire loved military life. He loved his training in arms and 
horseback riding, and learning to use and care for the famous French 75 
cannon. He loved the camaraderie of barracks life, and the infinite 
number of new sights and sounds and experiences that the war brought. 
“Soldiering is my true profession,” he wrote his Parisian friends. To 
another he wrote, from training camp, “I love art so much, I have joined
 the artillery.”
But as his biographer Campa points out, Apollinaire had not yet seen any 
shells exploding. He would continue to use childlike imagery, and to 
preserve an inner world of beauty, even in the trenches. But 
Apollinaire’s experience of war also changed his poetry. In Bleuet (the equivalent of the poppy in Britain), Apollinaire described the psychological ravages of battle:
                                                         Young man
 of the age of twenty
 who has seen such terrible things . . .
  
.looked death in the face more
than a hundred times and you don’t
 know what life is... 
Apollinaire realised quickly that his “beloved Lou” was playing with 
him. He continued to write to her, but also began a correspondence with 
Madeleine Pagès, a literature teacher whom he met on a train in January 
1915.
 In 1918, Apollinaire published “Calligrammes: Poems of Peace and War 
1913-1916,” a collection that was both visual and verbal. Calligrams are
 poems where the arrangement of the words on the page adds meaning to 
the text. In a letter to André Billy, Apollinaire writes, 
“The Calligrammes are an idealisation of free verse poetry and 
typographical precision in an era when typography is reaching a 
brilliant end to its career, at the dawn of the new means of 
reproduction that are the cinema and the phonograph.” 
 Apollinaire arranged 
words on the page to form patterns resembling objects:  a drunken man,  a
 watch,  the Eiffel Tower.  At the time this eccentric use of typography
 was thought to have stretched poetry to its limit. 
His other works include the novella "The Poet 
Assassinated" (1916) and the play "The Breasts of Tiresias" (1917).  The
 latter was made into an opera (1947) by composer Francis Poulenc,  who 
also set many of Apollinaire's poems to music. 
 
                                                         Letters to Madeleine
 combine the three strains of Apollinaire’s poetry: sex, love and war. 
His eroticism is often humorous and ironic, as when he writes of 
midwives fantasising about priapic cannons. Some of it is so explicit 
that one is amazed it passed the military censors: “My tense flesh, 
hardened by desire will penetrate your flesh,” he wrote to Madeleine on 
October 22nd, 1915.
Apollinaire’s letters are equally explicit about the war. In July 1915 
he wrote of “the horrible horror of millions of big, blue flies,” of 
“holes so filthy you want to vomit.” Four months later, it was “mud, 
what mud, you cannot imagine the mud you have to have seen it here, 
sometimes the consistency of putty, sometimes liked whipped cream or 
even wax and extraordinarily slippery.”
In December, Apollinaire told Madeleine that “the heart jumps with 
every thunder” of the Germans’ 105mm.
While in hospital, Apollinaire gave an interview to a
 cultural magazine in which, with his usual prescience, he predicted 
that cinema would soon become the most popular form of art.
In November 1915, Apollinaire was transferred at his request to the 
96th Infantry Regiment and was promoted to 2nd lieutenant. It was a 
matter of “virile pride,” writes Campa. Living conditions were better 
for officers, and “something in him wanted to go to the limit of his 
commitment. He believed that being a poet meant taking risks.”
He suffered a serious head injury in March 1916,
 which required him being trepanned. He never really recovered from the wound.
Picasso portrayed the convalescent soldier with his head in bandages 
and the medal of the Legion of Honour pinned to his chest. 
 Apollinaire;s epistolary engagement to Madeleine had faded 
after he visited her on Christmas leave in 1915.
In his last letter to Madeleine , in September 1916, he wrote: “Almost all my 
friends from the war are dead. I don’t dare write to the colonel to ask 
him the details. I heard he himself was wounded.”
Apollinaire remained in Paris, still in uniform, as a military censor. 
He was afraid of being sent back to the front, and the job allowed him 
to frequent publishing circles. Campa, who studied his work in French 
archives, says he was a lenient censor.
In May 1918, Apollinaire married Jacqueline Kolb, “the pretty redhead” for whom he wrote the last poem in Calligrammes.
 Kolb’s lover had been killed on the same battlefield where Apollinaire 
was wounded. Picasso and the art dealer Ambroise Vollard were witnesses 
to the marriage.
Six months later, on November 9th, Apollinaire was killed by the 
Spanish flu epidemic that claimed more lives than the entire war itself.
 He was 38 years old, and the French language was deprived of untold 
riches.
Apollinaire died on the day Kaiser Wilhelm abdicated. Legend has it 
that from his top floor apartment at 202 Boulevard St Germain he heard 
people shouting “À bas Guillaume!” In his delirium, the poet believed 
they referred to him.artillery. “It jumps not from fear 
or emotion – those things no longer exist after 15 months of war – but 
it jumps because the change in air pressure shakes everything.”
In November 1915, Apollinaire was transferred at his request to the 
96th Infantry Regiment and was promoted to 2nd lieutenant. It was a 
matter of “virile pride,” writes Campa. Living conditions were better 
for officers, and “something in him wanted to go to the limit of his 
commitment. He believed that being a poet meant taking risks.”
Although he continued to write and promote the avant-garde on his
 return to Paris, coining the term “Surrealism” in the program notes for
 the ballet “ Cemetary,” created by Picasso, Erik Satie, Sergie Diaghilev 
and Jean Cocteau.
Weakened by his war wound, 
Apollianaire succumbed to Spanish Flu on Nov. 9, 1918, at the age of 38 and the French language was deprived of untold 
riches He is buried in Pere Lachaise Cemetarym in Paris. By the time of his death, his reputation was secure as one of the great
 French poets and art critics.
 Apollinaire's stature has continued to grow 
		    since his death, as the precursor of surrealism and as a modernist  his influence on modern art is incredible. He inspired, cajoled, 
encouraged and supported many of the early 20th century’s most 
influential artists through his writings, as well as being a poet that 
captured the zeitgeist of the period. There has rarely, if ever, been
 a single man who has been the central of so many artistic spokes.
 “Through his innovation and inventiveness, Apollinaire initiated 
20th-century poetry,” says Campa. “By embracing cubism and abstraction, 
he also opened the artistic century . . . Now he’s become a symbol of 
the more than 500 French writers who perished in the first World War, 
whose names are engraved on the walls of the Pantheon. He also 
symbolises the many foreigners who sacrificed their lives for France.”
The following poem  “The Stunned Dove and the Water Jet.” is a translation, rearranged conventionally, by Charles Bernstein. Its image features a bleeding dove
 with spread wings, followed by a fountain with the water coming out of a
 vase that is reminiscent of the dove’s wings.
 
 
 Sweet stabbed faces dear floral lips
Mya Mareye
Yette and Lorie
Annie and you Marie
Where are you, oh young girls
But near a crying jet of water and praying
This dove is ecstatic
All the memories of yesteryear
O my friends gone to war
Well up to the firmament
And your eyes in the sleeping water
Die melancholy
Where are they Braque and Max Jacob
Derain with gray eyes like dawn
Where are Raynal Billy Dalize
Whose names are melancholisent
Like steps in a church
Where is Cremnitz who engaged
Maybe they are already dead
From memories my soul is full
The stream of water cries over my pain.
Those who went to the war
in the North are now fighting
The evening falls O bloody sea
Gardens where bleed abundantly
laurel rose flower warrior.