But ‘art’ is not anything serious or exclusive: it is the smell of oil paint, Henri Murger’s Vie de Boheme, corduroy trousers, the operatic Italian model: but the poetry, above all, of linseed oil and turpentine. — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
(Canada) - the most parochial nationette on earth ... I have been living in this sanctimonious icebox ... painting portraits of the opulent Methodists of Toronto. Methodism and money in this city have produced a sort of hell of dullness. — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
Surely to root politics out of art is a highly necessary undertaking: for the freedom of art, like that of science, depends entirely upon… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
Prostration is our natural position. A worm-like movement from a spot of sunlight to a spot of shade, and back, is the type of… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
Prostration is our natural position. A wormlike movement from a spot of sunlight to a spot of shade, and back, is the type of… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
No American worth his salt should go around looking for a root. I advance this in all modesty, as a not unreasonable opinion. — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
All orthodox opinion - that is, today, "revolutionary" opinion either of the pure or the impure variety - is anti-man. — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
The ideas of a time are like the clothes of a season: they are as arbitrary, as much imposed by some superior will which… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
With most people, not describable as artists, all the finer part of their vitality goes into sex. They become third-rate poets during their courtship.… — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
Spain is an overflow of sombreness . . . a strong and threatening tide of history meets you at the frontier. — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
For the first rate poet, nothing short of a Queen or a Chimera is adequate for the powers of his praise. — Wyndham Lewis Copy Share Image
