“From castles of bone unknown music comes But now, that toil rewarded; you, your calculations,––you, your fits of impatience––are no more than your dancing and your voice, not fixed and certainly not forced, although an added reason for a double consequence of inventiveness + success, ––in brotherly and discreet humanity throughout the universe devoid of images;––force and justice reflect thedancing and the voices which are only now esteemed. The voices of instruction in exile... The body’s ingenuousness bit- terly put in its place... –– Adagio –– Ah! the infinite egotism of adolescence, the studious optimism: how full of flowers the world was that summer! Tunes and forms fading... ––A choir, to calm down impotence and absence! A choir of glass pieces, of nocturnal melodies... Soon, indeed, the nerves will slip their moorings.”
Arthur Rimbaud“O seasons, O castles,What soul is without flaws?All its lore is known to me,Felicity, it enchants us all.”
Arthur Rimbaud, Season in Hell Other Poems“I 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 Rimbaud“Blood was flowing – in Bluebeard’s house, in the abattoirs, in the circuses where God had set his seal to whiten the windows. Blood and Milk flowed together.”
Arthur Rimbaud“The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses”
Arthur Rimbaud“My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?”
Arthur Rimbaud