Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDLife is the farce which everyone has to perform.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI shed more tears than God could ever have required.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTrue alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAs for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDMorality is the weakness of the mind.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYour memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOnly divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd 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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA 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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD