Paula

“But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.”
― Arthur Rimbaud, Une Saison en Enfer / Vers Nouveaux

“The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.
He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought”
― Arthur Rimbaud

“À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes.

(In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)”
― Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell & Other Poems

“Je est un autre.”
― Rimbaud