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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - But the problem is to make the soul into a monster

But the problem is to make the soul into a monster

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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Forever Nature Sea Sun
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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Creativity Formula Impulse Memories Nourish 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
The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
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Animal Consumption Himself Leaves Myself Wolf
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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Celebration Heart Life Myself Open Remember Wine
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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Death Devotion Earth Love Myself
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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Action Brain Fate Force Happiness Life Moral Waste Way Weakness
Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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Eternity Forever Nature Sea Sun
Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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Creativity Memories Nourish Yourself
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Monster Problem Soul Transformation
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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Bitter Cry Heart Broken Moon Myself Sun True
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Myself Name Night Poet Record Silence Writing
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
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself
True life is elsewhere.
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Life One Liner True
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Alone Himself Key Possession

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