Rimbaud makes me happy.

But, dear Satan, a less firey eye I beg you! And while awaiting a few small infamies in arrears, you who love the absence of the instructive or descriptive faculty in a writer, for you let me tear out these few, hideous pages from my notebook of one of the damned.

Rimbaud, from A Season in Hell

Paul: I love this! It’s like a love letter to Satan! He’s the Blake of Satan!

Tobey: Blake is the Blake of Satan.

Paul: Well, the Songs of Innocence and Experience Blake of Satan.

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One Response to “Rimbaud makes me happy.”

  1. mariana Says:

    Reminds me when the book conde de lautremond made me happy (except there is sadly only one to read from this guy)

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