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

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

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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
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Life Myself Sensitive Wasted Time Youth
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
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Unknown Wait Yourself
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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Endurance Force Life
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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Feeling Life Lips Small Yourself
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Alcohol Bitter Love Poetry Strong
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Guide Leadership Myself Ocean River
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.
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Alive Believe Forever Hell Man Myself True
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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Forever Yourself
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Divine Key Knowledge Love
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
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 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
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
Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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Faith Guide One Liner Restore
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
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
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
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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Blood Burn Dreams Heart Myself Soft Time Tree
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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Celebration Heart Life Myself Open Remember Wine
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
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
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Alone Himself Key Possession
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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