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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.

Arthur Rimbaud

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Himself Imitation Mad Man Weird
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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Enchantment Flaw Myself Season Soul
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 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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Himself Journey Poet Poison Travel
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Life True World
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Alcohol Bitter Love Poetry Strong
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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Best Country Drink Hate Myself Sleep
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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Affection Burn Delight Earth Heart Life Love Sun
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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Believe Hell Myself
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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Death Devotion Earth Love Myself
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
And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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Faith God Greatness Love Man Philosophy
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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Dance Gold Myself Rope Star Window
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

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.

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