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I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

Arthur Rimbaud

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Life True World
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Alone Himself Key Possession
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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Alive Believe Forever Hell Man Myself True
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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Acceptance Glory Night Patience Reality Strength Tender
Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
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Best Country Drink Hate Myself Sleep
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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Freedom Happiness Naked See Sex
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Unknown Wait Yourself
In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Appearance Children Fashion Greatness
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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Myself Thinking Wrong
My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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Compare Myself Wait Wisdom
It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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Body Break Human Mad Soft Voice
As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Care Myself Philosophy

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

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