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Arthur Rimbaud
Age: 37 †
Born: 1854
Born: October 20
Died: 1891
Died: November 10
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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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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I invented the colors of the vowels!--A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green--I made rules for the form and movement of each consonant, and, and with instinctive rhythms, I flattered myself that I had created a poetic language accessible, some day, to all the senses.
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O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.
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Misfortune was my god.
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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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I wrote silences nights I recorded the unnameable.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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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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. . . be absolute moderne.
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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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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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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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What am I doing here?
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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