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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.

Arthur Rimbaud

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Life One Liner Performance
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Life Myself Sensitive Wasted Time Youth
It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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Myself Thinking Wrong
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
In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Appearance Children Fashion Greatness
Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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Faith Guide One Liner Restore
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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Feeling Life Lips Small Yourself
My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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Compare Myself Wait Wisdom
Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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Freedom Happiness Naked See Sex
I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Love Myself Window
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Himself Imitation Mad Man Weird
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
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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Admire Blood Evil Heart Image Monster Myself
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Kiss Light Rise Sea
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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Dreams Man Myself Poem Sea Time

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