Without poets, without artists... everything would fall apart into chaos. There would be no more seasons, no more civilizations, no more thought, no more humanity, no more life even; and impotent darkness would reign forever. Poets and artists together determine the features of their age, and the future meekly conforms to their edit. Guillaume Apollinaire
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Art is one of the most powerful forces in the world, and it is up to us, as artists, to shape our future. If we remain silent, if we do not speak out on behalf of those who have no voice, we are saying that it is okay for our society to continue on without art and without poets. If we remain silent, we are saying that the next generation will have no one to speak up for them. We cannot allow this to happen.

Source: Selected Writings

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