Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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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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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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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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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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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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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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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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Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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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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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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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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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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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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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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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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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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