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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.

Arthur Rimbaud

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
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
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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Creativity Formula Impulse Memories Nourish True
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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Alive Believe Forever Hell Man Myself True
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
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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Best Country Drink Hate Myself Sleep
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
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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Himself Journey Poet Poison Travel
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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Endurance Force Life
It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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Myself Thinking Wrong
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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Dance Gold Myself Rope Star Window
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Kiss Light Rise Sea
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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Animal Consumption Himself Leaves Myself Wolf
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Life One Liner Performance

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.

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