Jan 26, 2019
“Comment agir, ô cœur volé ?” - Rimbaud
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“Comment agir, ô cœur volé ?” - Rimbaud
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- Lettre à Banville, 24 mai 1870
Yes, dear little one, I shall stay one more week. And you will come, won't you? tell me the truth. You would have given a sign of courage. I hope that is true. Be sure of me, I shall have a very good nature. Yours. I'm waiting for you. Rimb.
Rimbaud's letter to Verlaine. London, 7th July 1873.
fast 8 jahre her.. finds immer noch fett
Hello guys :) how are you peeps doing ? ah today was such a long day at last I can sit down and rest in my bed !
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the color of sound...the poet Arthur Rimbaud by Edgar Whitman Wilde
black storms rage in his eyes
fierce, frightening dust devils
making silent apocalyptic statements
while searching for identity
recording the sound of color
black, white, red, green, blue
experiencing a drift of thought
as if floating in a dream
menaced suddenly by vowels
distorted, disconnected in delirium
he perceives a frequency in the air
like disturbed hidden speech
or a dream that cannot find
its alternative
and whose function it is
to study drug wasted features
of a skeletal torso
or to recall the unrelieved
immobility of time and place
to write the color of sound