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?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDBut the problem is to make the soul into a monster
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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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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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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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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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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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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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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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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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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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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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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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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