The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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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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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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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.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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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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