“It is the social function of great poets and artists to renew continually the appearance nature has for the eyes of men.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature’s monotony. The sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. The order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish. Everything would break up in chaos. There would be no seasons, no civilization, no thought, no humanity; even life would give way, and the impotent void would reign everywhere.
Poets and artists plot the characteristics of their epoch, and the future docilely falls in with their desires.”
(Guillaume Apollinaire, “On painting,” The Cubist Painters.)