Arthur Rimbaud Quotes - Page 4

Misfortune was my god.

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.

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.

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.

. . . be absolute moderne.

I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!

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.

All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.

Unhappiness was my god.

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal--just as my dear ancestors did around their fires.