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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

Arthur Rimbaud

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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Blood Break Heart Lying Myself
True life is elsewhere.
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Life One Liner True
Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Best Country Drink Hate Myself Sleep
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Alive Believe Forever Hell Man Myself True
As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Care Myself Philosophy
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
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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Action Brain Fate Force Happiness Life Moral Waste Way Weakness
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Himself Imitation Mad Man Weird
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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Bitter Cry Heart Broken Moon Myself Sun True
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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Animal Consumption Himself Leaves Myself Wolf
In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Appearance Children Fashion Greatness
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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Body Death Existence Kill Strength Weakness Yourself
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Alone Himself Key Possession
It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Beginning Myself Night Research Silence

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

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