True life is elsewhere.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOnly divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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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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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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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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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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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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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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O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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A 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.
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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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To 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?
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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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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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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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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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