It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe 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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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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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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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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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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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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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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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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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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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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