Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTrue life is elsewhere.
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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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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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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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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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 am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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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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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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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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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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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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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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