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“I is another. If the brass wakes the trumpet, it’s not its fault. That’s obvious to me: I witness the unfolding of my own thought: I watch it, I hear it: I make a stroke with the bow: the symphony begins in the depths, or springs with a bound onto the stage.

If the old imbeciles hadn’t discovered only the false significance of Self, we wouldn’t have to now sweep away those millions of skeletons which have been piling up the products of their one-eyed intellect since time immemorial, and claiming themselves to be their authors!”
Arthur Rimbaud
“Eternity is the sun
with the sea”
Arthur Rimbaud
“As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?”
Arthur Rimbaud
“The wolf howled under the leaves
And spit out the prettiest feathers
Of his meal of fowl:
Like him I consume myself.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.”
Arthur Rimbaud, Une saison en enfer; Illuminations; et autres textes
“True life is elsewhere”
Arthur Rimbaud
“Morality is the weakness of the mind.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“The first study for the man who wants to be a poet is knowledge of himself, complete: he searches for his soul, he inspects it, he puts it to the test, he learns it. As soon as he has learned it, he must cultivate it! I say that one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All shapes of love suffering, madness. He searches himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessences. Ineffable torture where he needs all his faith, all his superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed one--and the supreme Scholar! For he reaches the unknown! ....So the poet is actually a thief of Fire!”
Arthur Rimbaud
“What am I doing here?”
Arthur Rimbaud
“He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away..." And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death.”
Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell/The Drunken Boat
“Unhappiness was my god.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“I'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm working at turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I'm almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It involves enormous suffering, but one must be strong and be a born poet. It's really not my fault.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“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?”
Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell/The Drunken Boat
“You will always be a hyena.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?”
Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell/The Drunken Boat
“But, true, I’ve wept too much! Dawns break hearts./ Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“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.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?”
Arthur Rimbaud
“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.”
Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell/The Drunken Boat
“I am the saint at prayer on the terrace like the peaceful beasts that graze down to the sea of Palestine.

I am the scholar of the dark armchair. Branches and rain hurl themselves at the windows of my library.

I am the pedestrian of the highroad by way of the dwarf woods; the roar of the sluices drowns my steps. I can see for a long time the melancholy wash of the setting sun.

I might well be the child abandoned on the jetty on its way to the high seas, the little farm boy following the lane, its forehead touching the sky.

The paths are rough. The hillocks are covered with broom. The air is motionless. How far away are the birds and the springs! It can only be the end of the world ahead.”
“It is found again.
What? Eternity.
It is the sea
Gone with the sun.”
Arthur Rimbaud, آرتور رامبو: الآثار الشعرية
“...these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry, let them run, love and sing: they are as rich as Jacques Coeur, all these silly children, for they have their souls full of rhymes, rhymes which laugh and cry, which make us laugh or cry: Let them live: God blesses all the merciful: and the world blesses the poets.”
Arthur Rimbaud
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“I could never throw Love out of the window.”
Arthur Rimbaud
tags: love
“In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien :
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'âme,
Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien,
Par la Nature, -- heureux comme avec une femme.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?”
Arthur Rimbaud, Illuminations
“The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea”
Arthur Rimbaud, Le Bateau ivre
“And from then on, I bathed in the Poem
of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent,
devouring green azures”
Arthur Rimbaud

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