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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

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Guide Leadership Myself Ocean River
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
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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Believe Hell Myself
It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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Body Break Human Mad Soft Voice
Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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Creativity Memories Nourish Yourself
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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Myself Night Silence Stand Word World Writing
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
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Beginning Myself Night Research Silence
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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Feeling Life Lips Small Yourself
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
As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Care Myself Philosophy
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Myself Name Night Poet Record Silence Writing
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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Courage Death Love Myself Old
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

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