Top 100 Quotes About Rimbaud
#1. At university, I had been obsessed with reading about the lives of Rimbaud and Baudelaire, and I was steeped in the crazy poets, and I came to view my early subjects through that prism.
Iggy Pop
#2. I say, indeed: "consolation in the nonsentience of nature." For nonsentience is consoling; the world of nonsentience is the world outside human life; it is eternity; "it is the sea gone off with the sun" (Rimbaud).
Milan Kundera
#3. The role of Rimbaud is one of the most important roles to play for a young actor.
Leonardo DiCaprio
#4. It is true what Rimbaud said; If you think a book is strong enough, try it at the ocean, in the wind, at the waves. If the book can resist the ocean, then it exists. Otherwise, throw it away.
Klaus Kinski
#5. All of my role models, whether it was the disciples, or John the Baptist or Arthur Rimbaud, slept under the stars.
Patti Smith
#6. As I grew up I developed some literary pretensions myself, and studied and wrote meticulous poetry informed by poets as diverse as T. S. Eliot, Rimbaud, and Judy Grahn.
Jo Weldon
#7. I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am. - Arthur Rimbaud
Cassandra Clare
#8. When I was a teenager, I had trouble getting a boyfriend, so I imagined Arthur Rimbaud or Bob Dylan as my boyfriend.
Patti Smith
#9. Since childhood, it was my dream to go where all the poets and artists had been. Rimbaud, Artaud, Brancusi, Camus, Picasso, Bresson, Goddard, Jeanne Moreau, Juliette Greco, everybody - Paris for me was a Mecca.
Patti Smith
#10. 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
#11. Arthur Rimbaud was a disreputable, mean, ruthless, perverse, hateful wretch. He was also one of the greatest poets who ever lived.
Raymond Sokolov
#12. In fiction, there happens to be a long history of creative engagement with marginality, with the very human components of society that others don't want to think about, from writers such as Dostoyevsky, Baudelaire, and Rimbaud to Genet and Sarrazin and right on up to Norman Mailer.
Rachel Kushner
#13. I have finally taught Dean that he can do anything he wants, become mayor of Denver, marry a millionairess, or become the greatest poet since Rimbaud. But he keeps rushing out to see the midget auto races
Jack Kerouac
#14. Time in the heart and sequence in the brain
Such as destroyed Rimbaud and fooled Verlaine.
And let us then take godhead by the neck
And strangle it, and with it, rhetoric.
Conrad Aiken
#15. Wild intelligence abhors any narrow world; and the world of women must stay narrow, or the woman is an outlaw. No woman could be Nietzsche or Rimbaud without ending up in a whorehouse or lobotomized.
Andrea Dworkin
#16. When the modern movement began, starting perhaps with the paintings of Manet and the poetry of Baudelaire and Rimbaud, what distinguished the modern movement was the enormous honesty that writers, painters and playwrights displayed about themselves. The bourgeois novel flinches from such notions.
J.G. Ballard
#17. 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
#18. If I wanted to be Rimbaud, what was I doing in graduate school? Trying to stay out of the army, of course. Graduate study gave me a draft deferment. But I also knew I lacked erudition and polish and was often sunk in forlorn reveries.
Richard Elman
#19. 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
#20. I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
Arthur Rimbaud
#21. And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love!
Arthur Rimbaud
#23. Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
Arthur Rimbaud
#24. 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
#26. 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
#27. I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
Arthur Rimbaud
#28. 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
#29. In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
Arthur Rimbaud
#30. 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
#31. These verses believe; they love; they hope; that is all.
Arthur Rimbaud
#34. 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
#35. 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
#37. Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
Arthur Rimbaud
#38. It is found again.
What? Eternity.
It is the sea
Gone with the sun.
Arthur Rimbaud
#39. 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
#42. Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry,
Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
Arthur Rimbaud
#43. I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I'd rather remain silent
Arthur Rimbaud
#44. 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
#45. I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
Arthur Rimbaud
#46. 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
#47. 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
#49. But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
Arthur Rimbaud
#50. turn your face towards the lances of rain, the soul towards ancient wisdom. And
Arthur Rimbaud
#51. The same bourgeois magic everywhere the mail train sets you down.
Arthur Rimbaud
#52. I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
Arthur Rimbaud
#53. Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
Arthur Rimbaud
#54. The wolf howled under the leaves
And spit out the prettiest feathers
Of his meal of fowl:
Like him I consume myself.
Arthur Rimbaud
#56. 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
#57. True alchemy lies in this formula: 'Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse'.
Arthur Rimbaud
#59. Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?
Arthur Rimbaud
#62. What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!
Arthur Rimbaud
#63. I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
Arthur Rimbaud
#64. 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
#65. The world progresses! Why shouldn't it turn as well?
Arthur Rimbaud
#66. 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
#67. It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
Arthur Rimbaud
#68. 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
#69. Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.
Arthur Rimbaud
#74. 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
#76. Is it possible to become ecstatic amid destruction, rejuvenate oneself through cruelty?
Arthur Rimbaud
#77. My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
Arthur Rimbaud
#80. 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
#81. 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
#82. I say that one must be a visionary - that one must make oneself a VISIONARY.
Arthur Rimbaud
#83. 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
#84. But, true, I've wept too much! Dawns break hearts./ Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter.
Arthur Rimbaud
#87. Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
Arthur Rimbaud
#88. 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
#89. 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
#90. While public funds evaporate in feasts of fraternity, a bell of rosy fire rings in the clouds.
Arthur Rimbaud
#92. 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
#93. 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
#94. The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses
Arthur Rimbaud
#95. 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
#96. A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?
Arthur Rimbaud
#97. A poet has to be a bit childlike at heart, and in that sense all the romantic stereotypes about poets being "eternal children", etc, are all accurate. They believe, whatever they may say, that art and words can change the world.
John Thomas Allen
#99. O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
Arthur Rimbaud
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