Top 100 Quotes About Arthur Rimbaud
#1. I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am. - Arthur Rimbaud
Cassandra Clare
#2. When I was a teenager, I had trouble getting a boyfriend, so I imagined Arthur Rimbaud or Bob Dylan as my boyfriend.
Patti Smith
#3. We can translate word and letter into color - [Arthur] Rimbaud stated that in his color vowels, words quote "words" can be read in silent color.
William S. Burroughs
#4. Arthur Rimbaud was a disreputable, mean, ruthless, perverse, hateful wretch. He was also one of the greatest poets who ever lived.
Raymond Sokolov
#5. Some of us are born rebellious. Like Jean Genet or Arthur Rimbaud, I roam these mean streets like a villain, a vagabond, an outcast, scavenging for the scraps that may perchance plummet off humanity's dirty plates, though often sometimes taking a cab to a restaurant is more convenient.
Patti Smith
#6. I learned a lot from Arthur Rimbaud. People talk about how he wanted to be a seer and do that through the derangement of the senses. What they forget was that he also advocated, sternly and austerely, that one must be able to go through all that - and then articulate it.
Patti Smith
#7. All of my role models, whether it was the disciples, or John the Baptist or Arthur Rimbaud, slept under the stars.
Patti Smith
#9. Satan, you clown, you want to dissolve me with your charms. Well, I want it. I want it! Stab me with a pitchfork, sprinkle me with fire!
Arthur Rimbaud
#11. But to explore the invisible and to hear the unheard are very different from reviving the dead: Baudelaire is therefore first among seers, the king of poets, a true God.
Arthur Rimbaud
#12. I have stretched ropes from bell-tower to bell-tower; garlands from window to window; chains of gold from star to star, and I dance.
Arthur Rimbaud
#13. I say that one must be a visionary - that one must make oneself a VISIONARY.
Arthur Rimbaud
#14. The hallucinations are innumerable. That's what has always been the matter with me, in fact: no belief in history, obliviousness of principles. I shall say no more about this: poets and visionaries would be jealous. I am a thousand times the richest, let's be as miserly as the sea.
Arthur Rimbaud
#15. But, true, I've wept too much! Dawns break hearts./ Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter.
Arthur Rimbaud
#18. Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
Arthur Rimbaud
#19. It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
Arthur Rimbaud
#20. My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
Arthur Rimbaud
#21. Is it possible to become ecstatic amid destruction, rejuvenate oneself through cruelty?
Arthur Rimbaud
#23. And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.
Arthur Rimbaud
#28. Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.
Arthur Rimbaud
#29. And from that time on I bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk,
Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam,
A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
Arthur Rimbaud
#30. Hire myself out to whom? What beast must I worship? What sacred images should I destroy? What hearts shall I break? What lies am I supposed to believe? March through whose blood?
Arthur Rimbaud
#31. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Arthur Rimbaud
#32. I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
Arthur Rimbaud
#34. As of today, I rebel against death! Work seems frivolous; I'm a proud man, and a lifetime's work would be too brief an agony for me. At the last moment, I'd attack ... to the right ... to the left ... And then - oh! - sweet old soul of mine, eternity would not have been wasted on us!
Arthur Rimbaud
#37. But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
Arthur Rimbaud
#38. What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
Arthur Rimbaud
#39. It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
Arthur Rimbaud
#40. I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
Arthur Rimbaud
#41. Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!
Arthur Rimbaud
#42. The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
Arthur Rimbaud
#43. Priests, professors, masters, you are wrong to turn me over to Justice. I have never belonged to this people. I have never been Christian. I am of the race that sang under torture. I do not understand your laws. I have no moral sense, I am a brute.
Arthur Rimbaud
#45. O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
Arthur Rimbaud
#47. A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?
Arthur Rimbaud
#48. 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.
Arthur Rimbaud
#49. The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses
Arthur Rimbaud
#50. Against snow, a tall Beautiful Being. Whistlings of death and circles of muffled music make this adored body rise, swell and tremble like a ghost; scarlet and black wounds open in the magnificent flesh.
Arthur Rimbaud
#51. Yes, my eyes are closed to your light. I am an animal, a nigger. But I can be saved. You are fake niggers; maniacs, savages, misers, all of you.
Arthur Rimbaud
#53. While public funds evaporate in feasts of fraternity, a bell of rosy fire rings in the clouds.
Arthur Rimbaud
#54. These verses believe; they love; they hope; that is all.
Arthur Rimbaud
#55. Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry,
Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
Arthur Rimbaud
#58. 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.
Arthur Rimbaud
#59. It is found again.
What? Eternity.
It is the sea
Gone with the sun.
Arthur Rimbaud
#60. Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
Arthur Rimbaud
#62. 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.
Arthur Rimbaud
#63. But today I would suggest you ponder these verses from Ecclesiastes: "And he would have seven flights of madness in his soul, who, having hung his clothes beneath the sun, would groan at the hour of rain,
Arthur Rimbaud
#66. I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I'd rather remain silent
Arthur Rimbaud
#67. You have to pass an exam, and the jobs that you get are either to shine shoes, or to herd cows, or to tend pigs. Thank God, I don't want any of that! Damn it! And besides that they smack you for a reward; they call you an animal and it's not true, a little kid, etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!
Arthur Rimbaud
#68. In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
Arthur Rimbaud
#69. I came a fabulous opera. I saw that all beings have a fatality for happiness: action is not life, but a way of spending your strength, an irritation. Morality is a weakness of the brain.
Arthur Rimbaud
#70. I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
Arthur Rimbaud
#71. Yet this is the watch by night.
Let us all accept new strength, and
real tenderness. And at dawn, armed
with glowing patience, we will enter
the cities of glory.
Arthur Rimbaud
#73. Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
Arthur Rimbaud
#74. Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
Arthur Rimbaud
#76. And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love!
Arthur Rimbaud
#77. I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
Arthur Rimbaud
#78. The wolf howled under the leaves
And spit out the prettiest feathers
Of his meal of fowl:
Like him I consume myself.
Arthur Rimbaud
#79. The world progresses! Why shouldn't it turn as well?
Arthur Rimbaud
#80. The white men are landing. Cannons! Now we must be baptized, get dressed, and go to work. My heart has been stabbed by grace. Ah! I hadn't thought this would happen!
Arthur Rimbaud
#81. I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
Arthur Rimbaud
#82. What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!
Arthur Rimbaud
#85. Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?
Arthur Rimbaud
#87. True alchemy lies in this formula: 'Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse'.
Arthur Rimbaud
#88. Then you'll feel your cheek scratched ...
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck ...
And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head
- And we'll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot ...
Arthur Rimbaud
#90. The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
Arthur Rimbaud
#91. Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
Arthur Rimbaud
#92. I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
Arthur Rimbaud
#93. The same bourgeois magic everywhere the mail train sets you down.
Arthur Rimbaud
#94. turn your face towards the lances of rain, the soul towards ancient wisdom. And
Arthur Rimbaud
#95. But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
Arthur Rimbaud
#97. In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
Arthur Rimbaud
#98. When we are strongest- who draws back?
Most merry- who falls down laughing?
When we are very bad,- what can they do to us?
Arthur Rimbaud
#99. I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
Arthur Rimbaud
#100. 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
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