Arthur Rimbaud, from The Complete Works of Arthur Rimbaud; "A Heart Under A Cassock,"
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I preferred bad paintings: hanging above doors, on sets or carnival backdrops, billboards, cheap prints; and unfashionable literature, church Latin, barely literate erotica, novels beloved by
grannies, fairy tales, children’s books, old operas, silly songs, simple scansions.
I dreamed crusades, unimagined journeys of discovery, invisible republics, failed religious wars, moral revolutions, racial and continental drift: I believed in every enchantment. I invented colors for vowels! —Black A, white E, red I, blue O, green U.—I regulated the shape and movement of every consonant, and, based on an inner scansion, flattered myself with the belief I had invented a poetic language that, one day or another, would be understood by everyone, and that I alone would translate. It started out as an exercise. I wrote silences; nights; I recorded
the unnameable. I found the still point of the turning Earth.
Rimbaud, Arthur. "Alchemy of the Word". A Season in Hell & Illuminations. Translated by Wyatt Mason. New York: The Modern Library, 2005. Print.
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I've been patient too long.
My memory is dead,
All fears and all wrongs
To the heavens have fled.
Why all my veins burst
With a sickly thirst.
O may it come, the time of love,
The time we'd be enamoured of.
- A. Rimbaud
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Keith Vaughn illustrations for Rimbaud’s A Season in Hell
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● Dean (and "him" would be Sam) ● [ A season in Hell, Arthur Rimbaud ]
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Out of all the things to get me reading Rimbaud's a Season in Hell after a decade I never thought Dead boy detectives would be the thing that did it.
But some of the themes fit very well that it has to be at least in part an inspiration
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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
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Whom shall I hire myself to? What beast must be adored? What saintly image attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lie must I uphold? – Wade through what blood?
Rather, protect oneself from justice. – The hard life, the mindless state, – to lift, with withered fist, the lid of the coffin, sit down, choke.
Arthur Rimbaud, “A Season in Hell”
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Arthur Rimbaud, from The Complete Works of Arthur Rimbaud; "A Season In Hell,"
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Rimbaud you little emo Twink I love you
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"Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed."
— Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
Happy birthday to Arthur Rimbaud!!
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Strength or weakness. Go for Strength. You don't know where you're going and why. Enter anywhere, answer to everything.
- Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
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