Vildrac's "Gloire" is in a way commentary on Romains' Ode to the Crowd; a critique of part, at least, of unanimism. Olin qui dirigèrent la revue avec moi, La Wallonie en fut l'un des premiers foyers. The multitude of wearisome fools will not learn their right hand from their left or seek out a meaning.
Perhaps the grasp was relaxing, perhaps we should have had no strongly-planned book; but we should have had paragraphs here and there, and we should have had, at least, conversation, wonderful conversation; even if we did not hear it ourselves, we should have known that it was going on somewhere.
His art was great art as opposed to over-elaborate or over-refined art by virtue of the major conflicts which he portrays. Rodenbach displays the other leaf of the diptych: the genre, the homely Wallon landscape, more familiar to the outer world in Verhaeren, but not, I think, better painted.
Peace comes of communication.
The day when the first group shall take its soul in its hands, as one lifts up a child in order to look in its face, that day there will be a new god upon earth. But there is good verbalism, distinct from lyricism or imagism, and in this Laforgue is a master. Si l'on te disait: Maître, nous sommes là, Vivants et forts, Comme ce soir d'hier, devant ta porte; Nous sommes venus en riant, nous sommes là, Guettant le sourire et l'étreinte forte, —On nous répondrait: Le Maître est mort.