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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDStronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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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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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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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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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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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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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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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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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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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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