Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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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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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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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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