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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

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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

Action Brain Fate Force Happiness Life Moral Waste Way Weakness
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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Death Devotion Earth Love Myself
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
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Mindset Moral Weakness
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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Expression Myself Silence Understand Voice
To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
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Admire Blood Evil Heart Image Monster Myself
As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Care Myself Philosophy
What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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Courage Death Love Myself Old
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Kiss Light Rise Sea
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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God Myself Ocean Tears
And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
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Dreams Man Myself Poem Sea Time
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
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Myself Name Night Poet Record Silence Writing

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