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Je me crois en enfer, donc j'y suis.
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O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
Arthur Rimbaud -
O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
Arthur Rimbaud -
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
Arthur Rimbaud -
Faith assuages, guides, restores.
Arthur Rimbaud
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?
Arthur Rimbaud -
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
Arthur Rimbaud -
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
Arthur Rimbaud -
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Arthur Rimbaud
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Yet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
Arthur Rimbaud -
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
Arthur Rimbaud -
What am I doing here?
Arthur Rimbaud -
You will always be a hyena.
Arthur Rimbaud -
There shall be poets! When woman's unmeasured bondage shall be broken, when she shall live for and through herself, man--hitherto detestable--having let her go, she, too, will be poet! Woman will find the unknown! Will her ideational worlds be different from ours? She will come upon strange, unfathomable, repellent, delightful things; we shall take them, we shall comprehend them.
Arthur Rimbaud
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...these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry, let them run, love and sing: they are as rich as Jacques Coeur, all these silly children, for they have their souls full of rhymes, rhymes which laugh and cry, which make us laugh or cry: Let them live: God blesses all the merciful: and the world blesses the poets.
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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
Arthur Rimbaud -
Misfortune was my god.
Arthur Rimbaud -
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
Arthur Rimbaud