Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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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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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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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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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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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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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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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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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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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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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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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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I 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.
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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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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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