Chapter 14 I The Anarchists on Montmartre (1) Dueling period

I write it to annoy my colleagues, to get people talking about me, and to make me famous.As long as you are famous, you can be successful no matter in the female circle or in your career. Artil Klavan In honor of Alfred Jarry, who had dueled in the Lilac Gardens, they fought with knives and guns in all corners of the Rue La Vignan.However, it often starts with a joke and ends with a real fight. Picasso never left his Browning pistol.Once he encounters entangled people or things, he will shoot into the sky.As the leader of a gang of stragglers who smelled of alcohol, he would shoot when he returned to the "laundry boat"; he would also shoot to wake up the neighbors around him.

One night, he invited three Germans to the "laundry boat" to see his work.Then, he leads them to "Smart Rabbit".During the journey, three guests asked him a series of questions about art and aesthetic theory.He couldn't take it anymore, so he drew his gun and fired several shots into the sky.The results of it?The three Germans were scared away. The subject of Cézanne displeased him, and whenever it was brought up to him, he drew his gun and threatened: "Shut up! . . . " Berthe Weil asked him for a meal, he refused to pay, and if she expressed the slightest reservation, he never complained, but drew his pistol and laid it on the table.Once, in a tavern, he had trouble and fired several times into the ceiling, but luckily escaped injury.

As for Dorjeles, he was watching the man who took his sweetheart from a corner of the tavern, ready to pounce on him at any time and tear him to pieces.Apollinaire challenged a critic to a duel for a vicious attack on him by a literary review. He was sitting at a table in a tavern waiting for Max Jacob, who was chosen as a witness, to settle with the critic. What kind of weapon is the question.The duel did not take place. They only confronted the issue that the two fighters should compensate the tavern for losses, and the remaining issues were resolved by witnesses selected by both parties.

At the beginning of the 20th century, as was often the case, both parties in conflict advocated a handshake as much as their witnesses.All newspapers had their own columnists who covered up the vicious slanders in society, the slanders that came out, and the gossip that came out of the fencing coaches' gyms where they were training.Just after dawn, such newspapers were sent to the place where both the challenger and the challenger would drive: Kat Island or Prince Park Racecourse. The two friends of the "laundry boat" were very lucky: when Picasso, the champion who played with pistols, participated in the duel, there was always no result; when Apollinaire, the king of duels, participated, the duel was always aborted.

The first duel took place in 1907 and the second shortly before World War I.The opponent for the third time was Artil Krawan.This person called himself Oscar Wilde Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), a British writer.My nephew is two meters tall and weighs one hundred kilograms. There are many ways for Klavan to succeed, and they are all provocative, rough, and without discipline and rules at all... In short, he is an arrogant and unreasonable person.He was already very famous when he was still in middle school.A teacher wanted to teach him a lesson, stripped off his pants and beat his ass with a pointer, and finally the teacher was exhausted and he still didn't give in.

This is just the beginning. Krawan was expelled from the school.He went to Berlin.There he developed a bad habit: wandering the streets with four prostitutes hanging from his shoulders.The police threw him across the border, never to let him in again, on the grounds that Berlin was not a circus. Paris is freer and more open than Berlin.So Klavan came to Paris and made his wishful thinking every day: it was cheaper to find a prostitute every night than to stay in a hotel.Later, he temporarily worked as a comic poet.On stage, he used wooden sticks and trumpets to ask the audience in the theater to keep quiet.

He was an employee of Brondano's bookstore, and he was fired before he could finish reading a book.The reason is that a female customer asked him to move faster, so he threw a book in the customer's face. In order to strengthen his self-protection against blows from his employers, he intensified his training to perfect his boxing techniques.He became an amateur boxer at last, and practiced often in the Lilac Garden: he pushed open doors with his fist, insulted customers, and fought them until he drove them out. He has done more and more work than Apollinaire, and he can list them all without any effort.Alone or in combination, he was an adventurer, a sailor in the Pacific, drove mules, picked oranges in California, played with snakes, was a hotel thief, a lumberjack in Australia, an ex-champion of boxing in France, a Knight of the Queen's Order The winner's grandson, a Berlin car driver and a burglar.

He is also a poet and journalist, and once served as the director of a magazine "Now".There were only five issues of the magazine, and he did it by himself pushing a cart around the streets.He wrote articles extolling the good qualities and great exploits of his uncle Oscar Wilde, while also vitriolally criticizing the shortcomings of others. Among his most critical and vitriolic people are: Gide: His bones are nothing special compared to others, and his hands are those of a lazy man... Apart from these, the artist looks sick, with small pieces of skin larger than dandruff falling off from the temples and messing around. Fly, the common people vulgarly describe this unsightly phenomenon as "he is peeling the skin".

[Excerpt from "Now" by Artil Klavan, published in 1995] Suzanne Valadon: She has a small income, but she is not so simple, the dirty old chap! [Excerpt from "Now" by Artil Klavan, published in 1995] Mary Lorenson: This is exactly the bitch who needs her skirts to be lifted and slapped twice to get comfortable. In the same article, Apollinaire was described as a "serious Jew" (Klavan was very careful, he further made it clear that he had no prejudice against Jews, and even compared with Protestants, he preferred Jews). This is called unscrupulous, using all means to attack and slander others.

Guillaume sends witnesses to the president of Now magazine.In fact, he was not mainly angry because he was attacked, but mainly because of Mary Lorenson, who had lived with him for several years. After several delicate negotiations, Klavan agreed to write two corrections.The corrected article has slightly changed the first two articles, but the most fundamental content remains unchanged: Apollinaire: Mr. Guillaume Apollinaire is not Jewish at all, he is a Roman Catholic.In order to avoid possible contempt for him in the future, here I add the following points: Mr. Apollinaire's big belly is more like a rhino than a giraffe; Like a lion, on the whole he looks less like a vulture and more like a giraffe.

Mary Lorenson: Here's the bitch who needs her skirts lifted and her vaudeville troupe slapped hard to get comfortable. It's over for now, but people will continue to talk about Artil Klavan for a while.He mainly sold a real painting by Matisse and a fake painting by Picasso, and got a considerable financial income, which was enough for him to return to Spain at the beginning of the war. From then on, Apollinaire put away his knife and gun and began to read the poems and articles he wrote in memory of Mary Laurenson. Picasso introduced the girl to him in 1907.He found her at the house of the art dealer Clovis Sagot.Mary Lorenson was 20 years old at the time and was studying painting at the Humboldt Institute in Clichy Street.Georges Braque was her neighbour. Fernand Olivier described Marie Lorenson as follows: goat face, short-sighted eyes, aquiline nose, large yellow dies, long red hands, a lewd woman, a painter's model, speaking Self-satisfied, slow-moving, fond of playing with false innocence. The reason why Fernand blamed her was probably because, in this circle of many women, Mary Lorenson might compete with her for the position of first lady.The brutal poet André Salmon summed up the above comments in two words: Marie Laurentian?An ugly beauty. In his "The Murdered Poet", Apollinaire described in detail the relationship between Benin Bird (Picasso) and Tridus (Mary Laurenson) and Colonia Mantal (Apollinaire himself). Role played in acquaintance: He (the Benin bird) turned to Colonia Mental and said to him: "I saw your wife yesterday." "Who is it?" Croniamental asked. "I don't know. I've seen her, but I don't know her. A real little girl, just the kind of girl you like. Her face is sad, with a childish, angry look. From her Raise her intoxicating and beautiful hands, and you can see that she has no aristocratic air that poets hate, because such people can't bear hardships. I tell you, it is indeed your wife that I saw, she is ugly and beautiful. beautiful." Explanation: The part quoted above was written three years after Apollinaire and Marie Laurence broke up. Mary Laurence's lover was very fat and she was very slender, which did not prevent them from seeing each other on various occasions.Now, let's tell their story from the beginning: She was born into a Creole (Antilles of Caucasian descent) family and grew up without a father.When Apollinaire had just left his mother's house, she was still living in her mother's home in Auteuil, Paris.And he lives on Leonie Street in Paris, and every Sunday, he visits his mother as a courtesy. When she came to his house, Mary Lorenson used to skip the rope upstairs.When going downstairs, I also skipped the rope.He followed her and led her to the "laundry boat".The people there were very disgusted with her.No matter how cleverly she conceals it, people can easily find her strong interest in bourgeois life customs, and they are very disgusted with her hypocrisy, but they just refrain from showing it.However, what makes her disgusting to others fascinates Apollinaire: the two of them are in love with each other and share common interests and hobbies.Duignier Rousseau understood them very well, and painted "The Poet and His Muse, 1909" for the two of them in 1909. He tried his best to make their expressions different, but the result was like a portrait. comics. (Figure 16) Guillaume and his muse entertained guests at the poet's new home, but people were forbidden to mess with anything in the house, sit on the bed, or eat without permission.Picasso and Max Jacob visited his house several times for dinner.One evening the hosts were furious because, while Guillaume was turned away, they had dared to steal two slices of sausage from the table. Apollinaire was the cook, while his goddess Mary was his assistant.Guillaume was furious when the dish was overcooked; he was also furious if it was not cooked through.He is very strict, dignified, and sometimes authoritarian to others, and he is as jealous as Picasso.Women just love such men.When the dishes on the table are rich, the workmanship is exquisite, and the wine is delicious, he will be full of joy and smile, and Mary Laurenson will also smile like a little sun.Especially when the guests bring their own special dishes, such as authentic Italian beef terrine, in order to improve the very ordinary meals of Apollinaire's house, the atmosphere will be even more enthusiastic.What could be better than cognac poured over raw apples in one of Max's delicious meals one evening? Watch the poet gobble up the cold appetizer (usually cucumber or snails), the main course (sometimes with some extra of his favorite dish), the dessert (ice cream), enjoy the surprise brought to him by the guests, and then, take off the False collars, rolled up sleeves, help put away the dishes.At this time, the people present knew that the night could be passed peacefully, and they all began to relax their tense nerves and enjoy the wonderful life. In the days when the married life was harmonious and beautiful, Apollinaire was in a particularly happy mood, and his hospitality was impeccable.He would never allow others to mock his dear Mary.When Max Jacob satirizes Marie, he protects his Marie with the same eagerness he used to protect his mother.Max then jokingly wrote a little poem in praise of his muse: what!Mary Laurenson, Mary Laurenson, how longing, how longing, stroking your breasts make you an angel, Make you an angel! Just as Fernand was the painter's (Picasso's) nymph Aguerie, so Marie Laurence was indeed the poet's (Apollinaire) muse.One expresses their admiration for their sweetheart in paintings and in verse (a passage from "Alcohol" and "Calligrammes (Picture Poems)").Among the women of Montmartre, very few of them have entered the artistic life of artists like the women of Picasso and Apollinaire, and it is even rarer to be able to enter their paintings or poems. Francis Calco is very pleased with this: The women in our gang didn't help much.We took them in for two or three months, and they left by themselves.We still wrote poems and painted pictures as usual, thinking that it might be better if they didn't come. Calco's words are often basically true, but slightly exaggerated, and the above paragraph is no exception.Of course, there are still some women in the "laundry boat": van Dongen's wife, Juan Gris' wife.But while these men were painting, the women had nothing to do but housekeepers. Fortunately, the emancipation of women's minds will gradually become a reality in the near future.A few years later, a large number of Montparnasse women will unite with the Montmartre women.If Suzanne Valadon, Fernand Olivier, and later Marie Lorenson were different, sisters and friends on the left bank of the Seine, Madame Kiki, Madame Beatrice Hastings, Marie Val The combined words of Mrs. Siliev, Mrs. Yugi, Mrs. Gertrude Stein, Mrs. Sylvia Beach, Mrs. Jeanne Ebdelner, Mrs. Adrienne Meunier and many others , the world will not be what it is today, and the development of history will be completely different.Because these women played an extremely large role in the development of art after the First World War. A columnist in Poetry and Prose made a slur about women that was unique and unforgivable.He wrote enviously in 1907: One night, Alfred de Musset Alfred de Musset (1810-1857), French Romantic writer and poet.Walking in the Louvre with great joy.The reason why he is happy is not because he can walk alone, but because he has finally "escaped from the modern women who surround him all day long". [Excerpt from "Poetry and Prose" No. 12, 1907].The columnist here tells readers that when he was in Avignon every Friday, he felt the same way as Musset, and realized Musset's happy mood back then.Why only Friday?Because this day is Good Friday, women do not go out. "That is the real paradise! We finally realize what is really wonderful!" Who is this great representative of masculinity? He is Charles Moras. Charles Maurras (1868-1952), French writer, journalist, political theorist, nationalist, and monarchist.He supported the Vichy regime during World War II, was sentenced to life imprisonment in 1945, and was pardoned in 1952.