It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
Arthur RimbaudI saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
Arthur RimbaudThe Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
Arthur RimbaudTo 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...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