Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTo 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?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTrue life is elsewhere.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDLife is the farce we are all forced to endure.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd 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 RIMBAUDI 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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIn the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWeakness 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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI could never throw Love out of the window.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDCome from forever, and you will go everywhere.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYour memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD