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Heil Rimbaud:

The year was 1945, my blackest moment, I had exiled from Poland because of the destruction and decimation I had witnessed there and shacked up in this bomb shelter with other liberal rodents. But my troubles had not relented, for on this day the allies were blitzing the beautiful Berlin, and I was taking cover in my makeshift nest beneath the rotting floorboards. My name was Puskas, a direct relation to the brown rat of Paris, and had been persecuted by the new fascist regime because of my fur colour. I was in a desperate situation without friends or family, and it was then in my hour of need I met the most frighteningly intense and brilliant rat I had ever met, he called himself Rimbaud. In appearance he was unremarkable, his fur the light tinge of brown indicating his French roots, but it was his mind and the way he talked that captivated me. He spoke of death as the ultimate in infinite imagination, and life as the nothingness of eternal confusion propelled by intense energy spiralling out of control. Through all his theories and thoughts he made me release that my immediate situation was beyond my control and therefore should be left to fate, he proclaimed that to die in a state of fear was the very definition of pathos, and he pointed to the terrified human below us, who’s frantic Germanic gibberish spoke of true madness. We watched as this feeble irresolute man held a gun to his head and said hello to the infinite imagination that is death. Now the war is long over, my life has changed, and I now live in Hemmingway’s Basque country and suck on life’s country pleasures. But not for the brief passing of time will I ever forget that as the bombs dropped on the defeated Berlin, I met the mind of the greatest rodent that ever lived.

Bo’D - ferenc@ireland.com


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My story is not a dignified one. I am a young 19 year old poet, and came accross arthur rimbaud while exploring my interest in the 1960's popular rock singer/poet Jim Morrison. I was at the library of my university when I picked up a book entitled "the Rebel as a Poet" written by someone who's name i can't remember at the moment (forgive me, author, it was a great book.) I was taken back by the age of rimbaud, he was writing at my age. I thought that the poetry community was only open to elders, people who've logged years and have "experience." As most young people i am looking for someone of my age to identify with. while i feel alienated from the current landscape of youth, i found identification with a poet born and dead long before i was ever thought of. I bought a book of selected poems of rimbaud. I was 18 at the time, and was a bit turned away by the poems. I was a poet and while i understood Rimbaud's poems, i didn't identify with them. And, now, a few months and a birthday later, i picked up the book again. This time, i couldn't put it down. I saw the mind of someone, while different than me, was suffering from the same uncertainties of youth. I was most taken with his early poem "Feelings." I found identification in the themes of hope, yet desperation. THe longingness of love. The Idea of "i will do this" is all that i have at this moment, the optimism of youth. Rimbaud's style, the prose-poems, as they have been called, has influenced my own style. I've written since i was 8, and now i noticed my style go from a conversational, to a image--story--movie upon paper. just like rimbaud. Again, this isn't a great and dignified story, not one of instant revelation and identification. however, it is a portrait of how quickly we change, and how we should always look several times at something we have have disregarded earlier. Thanks. Michael


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I got a collection of arthur rimbaud's poems i had asked for on my 14th birthday. i read about him when i was reading about baudelaire and the name came up again in a biography of jim morrison. i read a few of his poems ("War and "the hanged men dance") on the interenet and knew then that I had to read more, all, everything i could get my hands on. now i eat his pages.

uhh..intitial reaction? at first i thought, what is this shit??!?! why are the people on this website making terrible comments about such a wonderful poem???? if i had the url, i'd give it to all so they could give the person they're own 2 cents, but it was a long while ago.


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I had heard of Rimbaud two years before I had actually had a chance to read anything of his, and in actuality, I was not motivated to find out more about him from what I had heard via Jim Morrison and Michael Stipe. Still remember the moment of where and when I first read him, as if it were yesterday instead of six years ago. There, in sweltering classroom with no breeze, in the dying agricultural town of Kahuku, Hawaii, I sat bored, listening to a teacher drone on and on. I had long since grown tired of staring out the door or at the near illegible Samoan cursewords etched into the desk on which I sat. Instead I elected to browse through my musty textbook of Western Literature. Then there, I saw a picture of a youth staring into the distance, and there under his short biography was "My Bohemian Life". Suffice to say, my mind was never the same again. Paul vangogh@iav.com


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i asked my friend........<<who's ur favorite philosopher?>> he said <<rimbaud!>>


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About 4 years ago, I watched thIs movIe on TV In London, Where I was studyIng at the tIme. I was 19 then. It was a fILm about the lIfe of ThIs rock star who happened to mentIon thIs book called a season In hell...It was the fIrst tIme I came across rImbaud. for some strange reason I was so moved by thIs character's lIfe and therefore curIous about thIs poetry that seemed to InspIre hIm. the next day, I walked Into ThIs lIttle Bookstore located near my flat. I have lIved there almost for 6 months there but that was the fIrst tIme I went Into that partIcular bookstore. I swear I dId not have the fIlm I watched the nIght before or The book called ' a season In hell' on my mInd at that moment. I felt a lIttle uneasy to be goIng In the shop, mostly because I haven't been there before and It was so small that I would have to chat the owner whereas I just wanted to look around, or actually I dId not even want to look around. I dId not know why I went In there. It was a very tIdy shop-all books neatly ordered on the shelves. at that moment I realIzed thIs one book that was lyIng on the table In the mIddle of the shop whIch looked lIke It was spantaneously forgotten to be put back on the shelve where It belonged. When I took the book In my hand to see what It was, I was shocked to see that It was a season In hell by a.rImbaud. I always consIdered thIs event as the bIggest coIncIdence of my lIfe. when I started readIng hIs poetry, I was stunned by the amazIng sImIlarItIes wIth HIs words and my thoughts. I thInk, he expresses lIfe better Than anybody else I have read. hIs bItterness and conflIcts remInd me of my own. I somehow belIeve that my lIfe was desIgned to meet rImbaud at some poInt to be able to explaIn Itself, or at least show me some meanIng. celebimelis@hotmail.com


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About 4 years ago, I watched this movie on TV in London, Where I was studying at the time. I was 19 then. It was a fiLm about the life of This rock star who happened to mention this book called a season in hell...It was the first time I came across rimbaud. For some strange reason I was so moved by this character's life and therefore curious about this poetry that seemed to Inspire him. The next day, I walked into This little Bookstore located near my flat. I have lived there almost for 6 months there but that was the first time I went into that particular bookstore. I swear I did not have the film I watched the night before or The book called ' a season in hell' on my mind at that moment. I felt a little uneasy to be going in the shop, mostly because I haven't been there before and it was so small that I would have to chat the owner whereas I just wanted to look around, or actually I did not even want to look around. I did not know why I went in there. it was a very tidy shop-all books neatly ordered on the shelves. At that moment I realized this one book that was lying on the table in the middle of the shop which looked like it was spantaneously forgotten to be put back on the shelve where it belonged. When I took the book in my hand to see what it was, I was shocked to see that it was a season in hell by a.rimbaud. I always considered this event as the biggest coincidence of my life. When I started reading his poetry, I was stunned by the amazing similarities with His words and my thoughts. I think, he expresses life better Than anybody else I have read. His bitterness and conflicts remind me of my own. I somehow believe that my life was designed to meet rimbaud at some point to be able to explain Itself, or at least show me some meaning. celebimelis@hotmail.com


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As a bleeding child I smiled and saw a shadow of forgotten lore. Then he swore at me like a grizzly. Dizzy and for a drinks and and lies. He frowned and I knew I saw him. There right there in my own skin. He beckens.


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fascinated by the dadaist movement - i came across a book 'suicide - A study of suicide in literture',the authors name escapes me at the moment. this book mentioned Rimbaud and from that moment i haven't stopped searching for all things associated with the great seer.my only regret is that i was 150 years to late to meet him. Brief but to the point. 'tu vates eris' mykel.


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fascinated by the dadaist movement - i came across a book 'suicide - A study of suicide in literture',the authors name escapes me at the moment. this book mentioned Rimbaud and from that moment i haven't stopped searching for all things associated with the great seer.my only regret is that i was 150 years to late to meet him. Brief but to the point. 'tu vates eris' mykel.


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The road began with the discovery of an artist named Felican Rops http://www.ciger.be/rops/index.shtml.en found in an art book called 'Symbolist and Symbolism'. Of all the brilliant and interesting works contained in this fabulous book, his work struck me the most. It was completely satirical yet true of the human condition. One work, which I have not been able to find anywhere since, is "Death Spreading Confusion". It Portrays a giant skeleton in high heels and a wide brim hat walking over London sowing fetuses from it's womb. I became entranced by this artist of non-convention and wondered what world he was a part of that allowed him to be as eclectic in his way as he was. It eventually lead me to the discovery of the other 'decadents' and 'dandies' of the past turn of the century. In particular I found Baudelair [turns out Felician was one of his best friends and the last person Baudelair saw before he collapsed and eventually died], through the most incredible English translation of "flowers of Evil" by "Edna St. Vincent Millay" [unfortunately English is my only language], whose own work is worth a read as well. http://members.aol.com/MillayGirl/millay.htm Further interest in the time and my own appreciation of the drink, eventually lead to Absinthe and it's part in the climate of the time. I can't believe, before this time, although I had heard of Rimbaud I had never read anything by or about him. The first glimpse I had into his life was from the book "Absinthe, History in a Bottle". Initially intrigued by the brief synopsis of his life given in the book, I decided to look into his writing. My world was changed. I carried his writings with me for at least half a year, reading them every day. I could go on & on but like I said, I just wanted to introduce myself.

-cheers


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A sozzled sixteen year old stumbled through the killarney woods. He came upon another youth lying under a red leafed tree. This youth had storm tossed curls and was mumbling to himself in latin. "are you thinking about inventing symbolist poetry?" , i asked him. "I might be said the youth". "are you seeking wisdom through the total derangment of all the senses?". "that could be the case.", he replied. "I think you might be very popular with the likes of jim morrison and patti smith", i said. the youth got agitated, "I'd have time for her but that other bollocks is a terrible phoney" I stepped back. "Have you any advise for me?", i asked. "any words of comfort?" he smiled, "dont follow leaders and watch the parking meters. oh and don't buy cider off that other bollocks in new street; he short changed me." "fair enough" i said and wandered off. i hope he was ok.


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the sixteen year old was niallwalsh5@eircom.net


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he's the angel i met for the first time when i was 16. la ma boheme was the poem. my favourite poem. i thought he was the teacher. after 8 years, sometimes he, the angel, comes back into my life to teach me that the art can drive you till the death, but also that you can't live without it and be happy. thanks, lola29@inwind.it

great website! i like it.


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it was in Patti Smith's rant in HORSES that I first heard the articulate name of rimbaud, an enigmatic war-chant -- GO RIMBauD GO RIMBAUD!!! but I held off reading the work another year or so. I was killing time in the offices of the school paper. The Arts Editor had left his new direction translation of A season in hell there on his desk. I quickly read through it, & as quickly dismissed it as drug poetry, the kind of senseless deregulated scribble I scribbled when I got good & toasted. The images didn't add up. The lines didn't hold together. What was this crap about his ancestors? What was this crap about poison? I didn't understand the French, & the drunken quatrains about the drunken boat didn't even rhyme in the English. I was dismissive... but time passed, & I kept returning to the strange poems in other translations. I learned a little French. I finally heard the amazing sounds, read the Bio. Rimbaud became my most cherished master. I am saul on the road to damascus. I am Paul, blinded by understanding. I am chanting, go rimbaud. Go Rimbaud.

-- Mike Alexander


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I'm a 15 year-old poet and I don't really know how all this happened... I wrote a poem once and I read it to my parents and they said it was similar to "le dormant du val" so i started to read his poems and now he's my god, my "angel" of hell, I feel connected to him, he's my drug, I've got him in my blood like a poison... he's the master of poetry... well, after all, he's "le voyant", "le grand savant"...


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i know rimbaud from bob dylan song " you're gonna make me lonsome when you go" nice song. dylan and rimbaud are the greatest! love.

ilja.hakala@edu.stadia.fi


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i know rimbaud from bob dylan song " you're gonna make me lonsome when you go" nice song. dylan and rimbaud are the greatest! love.

ilja.hakala@edu.stadia.fi


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Well i first 'met ' rimbaud in a poetry book that had absolutely nothing to do with who or what rimbaud is and what he stands for (if there is something that he stands for) .Anyway a friend of mine borrowed me the book called un season en tu enfer or something in greek mia epohi sti kolasi ...i said hey man what the fuck is this this ain't baudelaire !!(cause that's what i ask him to bring me) and he said he(meaning rimbaud) is "pio xasiklis" meaning he burns more splifes than Baudelaire (even if i doubt that now ) well from the first line i was intrigued .well what more rimbaud was and will be the "Darkest" person on earth (sta ellinika Gamei ke dernei o tipas)

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i'm J.RYUNG. I WANNA GO TO CHARLEVILLE TO MEET YOU. BUT IT'S SO FAR FROM HERE. (HERE IS SOUTH KOREA) AS YOU KNOW, MINE IS BROKEN ENGLISH. SO YOU SHOULD LEARN KOREAN. PLEASE REMEMBER ME. WHEN I 25. I'LL BE THERE.(1'M 15 NOW) RIMBAUD. MY SUN.. MY GOD..


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It was one night when I was 13 years younger than I'm today. I was walking with Baudelaire and arguing with him about me: he had said that a woman couldn't be a dandy but I thought he was wrong. He was talking so sweet words but at this point he was badly wrong. I was a she-dandy and a damn good one. Anyway, after a long chat, he thought I should met an other French poet called Verlaine. So I went and search for Verlaine, and found him. He was with a young guy, Rimbaud, and right after I had catched a glimpse of him, I kicked Verlaine's butt yelling he was too old and also too conventional for me - I wanted this young god here! Right here.

Oh, come come, talk to me, shout at me, don't kiss me, please, bite me.

Don't be tender, my darling dark one. Slap my face, leave me alone in the dark Northern winter night, while the strange lights are dancing at the sky, the snow is glowing and a lonely lynx is passing this old house. Listen, who is crying out there? Is that me? Is that you?

My blood is so red and warm. The flames of my personal Hell are burning my legs. Oh, it's so hot, so hot. Save me, come and save me.

And there he comes, my dark shadow, he crawls under the flames, grabs my burning hair and drags me to the night of freezing temperatures.

"Oh you stupid bitch", he roars at me and hits me with a book, "Don't you dare to lose the path."

Yes yes. I will follow you, Arthur Rimbaud.

june26@luukku.com


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Rimbaud has been hanging over my shoulders since my tenth year, teaching me to smoke and drink and seduce young girls. We first met in the texas desert, eating rattlesnake tacos in a dusty little arroyo. he had this thing for me, even though i was just a boy and he was several hundred years old. A man. He told beautiful lies. There were stories of vampires. he showed me the fangs growing out of his ass and how he could sit on a horse and suck its blood until his whole being became this enormous beast covered with glowing halos of fire. he told me not to be fooled, that he was holy and good, and only demons would dare to belittle his good name. He gave me a copy of the holy bible, drenched in honey, and i ate every page. Another copy was etched in gold and the words of jesus cut from fine red rubies. He told me to eat the words with mind not mouth and then vanished into the blazing sun. Near thirty years later, after reading much of his work, i wonder why he doesn't publish any more. someone stole the bible.


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fuck that shit! cuck,em it up for what? fuck that shit! fuck thou art! now i do belive lim was imp that ever stupid... yes may be he the most 하하하.... 읽을 수 없는 글자로 등록하면 읽지 못 하듯이.... 랭보도 나에겐 그랬지요....한마디로 나에겐 즐거운 시간이었답니다... 지옥에서 보낸 한철은 정말 명작 입니다. 강추! who do u know about this font? like this..(i lost ma vocs from pimp rooocks..) i didn't catch about anything except for word "i do feel deeply stupid." "i hate man ever" so....why don't we take some starbucks? instead of reading stupid ailian fonts?


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i'm not a poet and do not be &even not able to be. out of versa de concure. i hate rim......was ma first impressive impression.


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My story is short. i first knew about this damned poet thanks to a local rocker. now i know why i feel so connected to rimbaud; i am his reincarnation.


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I am acting in a play CALLED "cOWBOY MOUTH," WRITTEN BY SAM SHEPARD AND PATTI SMITH. tHE FEMALE LEAD IS NAMED CAVALE (MEANS ESCAPE), A NAME SHE GOT FROM ONE OF HER ICONS "DE" NEVAL. IN THE PLAY SHE TALKS ABOUT NERVAL, HOW HE HAD VISIONS AND HOWLED LIKE A COYOTE AND EVENTUALLY HUNG HIMSELF ON HER BIRTHDAY. i WANTED TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT NERVAL, SO I LOOKED HIM UP ON THE INTERNET, AND FOUND OUT NOT MUCH EXCEPT THAT HE WAS A FRENCH SYMBOLIST POET, AND i STARTED READING MORE ABOUT THOSE, THE FRENCH SYMBOLIST POETS, AND THE NAMES BAUDELAIRE AND RIMBAUD CAME UP. i HAD RECENTLY READ SOME OF BAUDALAIRE, THE FLOWERS OF EVIL, COINCIDENTALLY, TO THE GIRL WHO IS PLAYING CAVALE IN THE PLAY, IN HER LOFT IN AN AIRPLANE HANGER IN SOUTH FLORIDA, AND IT IS ALWAYS HOT, LIKE LIVING IN A TIN CAN UNDER THE SUN. WE HAD JUST GOTTEN BACK FROM NEW ORLEANS AND SHE WAS INTERESTED IN GOTHIC ART, AND SO I READ HER FROM BAUDELAIRE WHILE WE SWEATED IN THAT TIN CAN UNDER THE SUN. i DID NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT RIMBAUD, EXCEPT A LINE FROM A BOB DYLAN SONG "YOU GONNA MAKE ME LONESOME WHEN YOU GO," i NEVER COULD QUITE MAKE OUT THE WORDS, SOMETHING ABOUT "LANES AND RIMBAUD." aLSO, i AM AN AVID ENTHUSIASTS OF BEAT LITERATURE, AND I HAD HEARD THAT KEROAUC, GINSBERG AND BURROUGHS WERE DIGGING RIMBAUD IN THE EARLY FORTIES. aNYWAY, THE NIGHT AFTER I LOOKED UP "DE" NERVAL ON THE INTERNET, i HAD A DREAM, AND ALL I REMEMBER OF IT IS A CLEAR VOICE THAT SAID: "RIMBAUD." tHE NEXT DAY i READ ABOUT HIM ON THE INTERNET, LEARNED THAT HE WROTE A POEM CALLED "SEASONS IN HELL." i THOUGH IT A HILARIOUS TITLE, LIKE SOME SOCIALITE TAKING ABOUT HER "SEASON ON THE RIVIERA," LIKE A VACATION OR A SOCIAL SCENE SOMEWHERE FANCY. wHEN i READ THAT HE WAS ONLY A TEENAGER WHEN HE WROTE IT i THOUGHT SURELY HE COULD HAVE KNOWN VERY LITTLE ABOUT BEING IN HELL, EXCEPT ADOLESCENT ANGST, HA . . . ONLY ONE SEASON IN HELL, AN AMETEUR. i STOPPED BY THE BOOKSTORE THAT NIGHT TO PURCHASE A COPY ON MY WAY TO A SUPPORT GROUP FOR HEROINE ADDICTION, WHERE i INTENDED ON TELLING THEM THAT THEIR WAY OF RECOVERY DOESN'T WORK FOR ME, i AM MISERABLE, AND MOST LIKELY WILL END MY LIFE SOON, OR AT LEAST START SHOOTING DOPE AGAIN. a SEASON IN HELL SEEMED A PARTICULARLY APPROPRIATE TITLE FOR ME TO BE READING. ANYWAYS, WHEN IT CAME TIME, i DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING TO THE GROUP, BUT KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT, AND BY THE END OF THE MEETING, AS ALWAYS, I FELT SOME HOPE, ENOUGH TO MAKE IT HOME THAT NIGHT, WHERE i READ RIMBAUD FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. THAT WAS LAST NIGHT, I ALREADY KNOW SOME OF THE LINES BY HEART.


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Yes, I know how stupid this is going to sound, but I'm going to say it anyway: <p> When I was in Eighth grade, about three or four years ago, I was a big Leonardo DiCaprio Fan, right up until "Titanic" when he sold out. Anyhoo, I was reading this biography about him and that's how I came to see "Total Eclipse", because I knew that DiCaprio appears naked in it, not because it was Rimbaud's life story. In English class, we were to do reports about various poets, so I chose Rimbaud so I could convince my mother to let me see the R-rated movie concerning him. Not that I saw it with her, of course. Anyway, that's how I "met Rimbaud", in the face of a movie actor on television.<p> Around the same time, also for the English report, I think I took out all the books the library had by Rimbaud. I think I read some of them straight through, far more than what English class required. In the poems, I saw a rebel, rebelling not because he was stupid and couldn't survive in society anyway, but because he was so intelligent that knew that society was a crock.<p> Now I am a seventeen year-old novelist. Some people have told me that I am too young to be doing what I'm doing, that I don't have the experience to write anything decent. Well, I think I sympathize with Rimbaud when I say <i>"Vas te faire foutre!"</i><p> ~~<a href="mailto:slashqueen@hotmail.com">Slashqueen</a>, who may be found at the new <a href="http://www.angelfire.com/oh/savagethings/begin.html">Slashqueen Internet Hub</a>.


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for the above, it's slashqueen@hotmail.com and http://www.angelfire.com/oh/savagethings/begin.html .... sorry!


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i first met rimbaud while I was waiting for godot...or I was I charming the night sky with hullicinations? Vladimir said something like "what a nice evening we're having" ...I replied "UnforgeTtable", i think, ...and then there he was under a tree, 'monseuir rimbaud' himself, drinking cocacolasinth and babbling something about the beatles and german expressionism and making little plasticine models of marilyn monroe and wearing a t-shirt with a picture of allen ginsberg on it (or was it the dalai lama) ...no ,actually, it was president nixon making love to Mao! Vlad then said "its only the beginning"...I said "its awful"...vlad then said "its worse than the circus" and then rimbaud grabbed my shirt and danced a foxtrot with me whispering illuminations into my right ear. That was near brest in brittany just after i'd been to visit kerouac's satori in paris...it wasn't really a satori though...it was just booze again, oh well! anyway rimbaud's poetry has kept me entertained ever since...i mean its much more interesting than going to the circus and getting attacked by elephants and clowns...Pozzo prefers mallarmé though...but hey, he's always being abstruse and absurd...the little tiger!

estragon.


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summer evening rock concert always knew the song was about gun running poet but never bothered to get the name got the name that concert night forgot the name next workday morning typed gunrunningpoet into the search utility vehicle and eventually found Rimbaud


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I'm a 16 year-old poet and I'm going to tell you all how I met my lover, master, friend, my drug... It was a dark night, I was writing some words in a dark room, I was feeling like I was drunk or maybe dreaming... something was pushing me to write those words... I felt a kind of power in my hands, my blood started to burn my body. I finished writing the poem and called it "descripción" (description), suddenly I saw a man in front of me drinking a glass of wine, some papers on the


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I'm a 16 year-old poet and I'm going to tell you all how I met my lover, master, friend, my drug... It was a dark night, I was writing some words in a dark room, I was feeling like I was drunk or maybe dreaming... something was pushing me to write those words... I felt a kind of power in my hands, my blood started to burn my body. I finished writing the poem and called it "descripción" (description), suddenly I saw a man in front of me drinking a glass of wine, some papers on the table, he was looking at me with his deep blue eyes and his hair of sun's tears, while he was staring at me he told me: "I've shown you how to write, now you're poet; I'll be your master from this moment until forever... those words you wrote were mine..." then I asked his name, he answered: "Look at yourself in the mirror"... I stood up and went to look... when I was in front of it my reflection was the face of that mysterious man and he whispered... "Le voyant, le grand savant: Arthur Rimbaud". Now, each time I write poems he's next to me, telling me his stories or just writing... sometimes he brings other friends and most of the time he comes with Baudelaire and VErlaine, we drink wine and travel through imagination... RIMBAUD: my drug, my sun, my star, my drink, my lover, my master, my friend... sometimes I am Rimbaud... iSABEL. rimbaud_1985@hotmail.com


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i found OUT ABOUT rimbaud while i was at work (i'm a telemarketer). i called this guy (bryan chalmer) and we had a good conversation going on (something that i'm not supposed to do) and he told me to look up some of rimbauds poems (especially season in hell) and since this charming stranger so amazed me i'd thought that i'd do it just cause the guy was really friendly and sounded like someone i'd like to meet someday...and maybe i will....and hey i got to hear all these good poems too....bonus... but hey bryan(i dont' know how to spell) if you ever read this then email me at kellycooper16@hotmail.com


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well, there's a few ways rimbaud made his way into my life. my first thought was my experiances in high school. i was 15 years old writing poetry about matters that seemed to be beyond my grasp. i never read poetry and in fact never thought much about it--it was just something that happened. i was an intelligent student who got into trouble allot, but the school needed me to keep their place in the academic world--so i got away with allot of shit. i was really into the doors and bob dylan. so i saw rimbauds name in "no one get's outta here alive", but blew it off rather instantly. then through the grape-vine i heard stories of this kid poet who changed the world. this interested me since i felt i could connect with this person who is the same age as me. i passed my local librabry and found a copy of illuminations when i was 16, and then the changes started to happen. i aslo just recently watched my favorite childhood movie "eddie and the cruisers", and remembering when i was 9-10 years old i wanted to be eddie. eddie and the cruisers makes referances to rimbauds a season in hell numerous times throughout the movie. unknowingly, i had my first experiance with absinthe when i was a freshman in high school. i was at a house party, and there was a table filled with various alcoholic beverages. i came upon this dusty old bottle and no one knew what it was. i was nice and toasted anyway, so i took a shot of it, and then another. and then i was on the floor...i don't remember much after that. i didn't pick up a season in hell until after i graduated high school. then i wound up droppin out of college after two months and headin out on the road....now i'm here, 19 years old..with boxes and boxes of scatalogical thought, the wind at my heals, and not a single care in the world.


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tHE FUNNY THING IS, I NEVER REMEMBER MEETING RIMBAUD. IT SEEMED HE WAS ALWAYS A PART OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS. WHAT I DO REMEMBER, IS NOT ATYPICAL OF HOW MANY YOUNG PEOPLE COME ACROSS RIMBAUD. I WAS PROBABLY 16 YEARS OLD. I'D BEEN LISTENING TO thE DOORS LIVE. AND I REMEMBER HOW CONFRONTATIONAL MORRISON CAME OFF. LATER, I REMEMBER WATCHING THE OLIVER STONE MOVIE. AND MORRISON, WHILE I THOUGHT CAME OFF A LITTLE...WELL...OVERRATED, INTRIGUING. AS I DELVED INTO HIS LIFE, I FOUND WHAT AN INSPIRATION RIMBAUD HAD BEEN ON HIM...AND I THOUGHT, WHERE HAVE I HEARD THIS NAME BEFORE...ITS SO FAMILIAR. SO I WENT BACK AND SCOURED THROUGH BOOKS FOREVER! AND THERE IT WAS...I FOUND IT. AT AGE 13 I'D PLAYED SOME DEBUSSY ART SONG AS A PART OF MY PIANO LESSONS, AND I REMEMBERED WHO'D WRITTEN THE WORDS, BECAUSE I'D LIKED THEM....VERLAINE. SO, I WENT TO THE LIBRARY AND PICKED UP A USED BOOK OF BAUDELARIE, VERLAINE....AND RIMBAUD. I NEVER READ THE RIMBAUD, JUST BAUDELAIRE AND VERLAINE, BECAUSE BOTH WERE MENTIONED IN A DEBUSSY BIOGRAPHY I'D READ, AS WELL AS IN DEBUSSY'S LETTERS, WHICH I'D ALSO READ. FURTHERMOR,E BEING A GRET FAN OF POE, I'D READ BAUDELAIRE'S ESSAYS ON HIM. I ATTEMPTED TO READ THE TRANSLATION OF A SEASON IN HELL, BUT FOUND IT...STODGY...ACADEMIC....OVERLY SOPHISTICATED, AND NEVER REALLY GOT PAST "ONCE IF I REMEMBER WELL". wELL, AS MY LIFE WENT ON, I DELVED MORE AND MORE INTO BOHEMIAN ART. I READ "oN THE ROAD" IN 7TH GRADE. i RE-READ IT MY SOPHMORE YEAR OH HIGH SCHOOL, AND BECOME OBSESSED WITH KEROUAC. I PICKED UP A BOOK OF HIS POEMS..."sCATTERED POEMS"....AND THERE WAS THE NAME AGAIN...A POEM, DEDICATED TO RIMBAUD. THAT, AND PATTI SMITH'S "HORSES" ALBUM (GO RIMBAUD AND GO JOHNNY GO) URGED ME TO READ RIMBAUD...I WENT AND SEARCHED FOR MY OLD COPY AND COULDNT FIND IT. I RAN TO THE BOOKSTORE THAT DAY WITH MY DAD AND BOUGHT tHE COMPLETE WORKS OF RIMBAUD, TRANSLATED BY PAUL SCHMIDT, TO THIS DAY MY FAVORITE TRANSLATION. I READ THE BOOK...AND ILLUMINATIONS ESPECIALLY FLOORED ME. HERE, IN THIS BOOK, WAS THE VOICE I'D BEEN WAITING FOR. PUNK ROCK WITH AN ARTISTIC SENSIBILITY THAT OOZED WITH VIOLENCE, CONFRONTATION, BEAUTY, LYRICISM, SYMBOL, ARCHETYPE, SUBVERSION...INTELLIGENCE AND IMMATURITY, SPITE AND BITTERNESS. IT GRABBED ME BY THE THROAT AND THROTTLED ME. HERE WAS THE VOICE, AS I POET MYSELF I'D SEARCHED FOR. RIMBAUD REINVENTED MY POETRY AND MY PERCEPTIONS OF OTHER, AND SCHMIDT'S TRANSLATION WAS MY FIRST REAL CONVERSATION WITH RIMBAUD, AFTER "BUMMPING INTO HIM" A FEW TIME PREVIOUSLY BETWEEN 12 AND 16. FURTHERMORE, I FOUND MYSELF NOT COPYING RIMBAUD, BUT HIS TECHNIQUE. CAPTURING THE VISCERA OF EXPERIENCE, THE VITALITY OF YOUTH, OF SPECTACLE, OF DEBAUCHERY, IN A UNIQUE AND PARTICULAR WAY THE SHATTERS DISTINCTIONS OF SEX, RACE, GENDER, AND IDEOLOGY. THE SCATHING CYNICISM POINTED AT RELIGION, ROMANTIC LOVE, AND FRIENDSHIP SPOKE TO ME, B/C AT THAT POINT OF MY SHORT 16 YEAR OLD LIFE, ALL 3 HAD BACKFIRED ON ME, AND I WAS BITTER. MY READING OF RIMBAUD CORRESPONDED WITH MY BROTHER'S RELAPSE, THE HEIGHTENING OF THE MENTAL ABUSE I SUFFERED AS A CHILD, THE AWAKENING OF REPRESSED MEMORIES FROM MY CHILDHOOD, DECEPTION BY MY FIRST REAL RELATIONSHIP, THE LOSS AND BETRAYAL OF MY FRIENDS AND A FEW NERVOUS BREAKDOWNS. AND RIMBAUD'S ILLUMINATIONS WERE MY LIGHT AT THE END OF A TUNNEL...A SEASON IN HELL, CAPTURED SO PERFECTLY MY EXISTENCE. I FELT LESS ALONE IN HIS WORDS...AND STRONGER...BETTER ABLE TO CONFRONT LIFE, LAUGH AT IT, SPIT IN THE FACE OF FATE, OF DESTINY, AND BECOME AN INDIVIDUAL...A REAL PERSON...NOW, I PERSONALLY, AM NO RIMBAUD...PERSONALLY. I HAVE HIS CYNICISM, HIS ICONOCLASIM, HIS CONFRONTATIONAL ATTITUDE, BUT PERSONALLY...I'M A LITTLE MORE APT TO FOSTERING A TRUSTING RELATIONSHIP. BUT A REPRESSIVE RELIGIOUS AND MORAL BACKGROUND BROUGHT ME UP A REVOLUTIONARY, AS IT DID HIM. I FEEL SO AKIN TO RIMBAUD, NOT OUT OF HERO WORSHIP, BUT JUST IN THE COMMONALITY OF OUR BACKGROUNDS, AND HIS HONESTY. AS I SAID BEFORE, I AM NO RIMBAUD, BUT KNOWING...THAT A RIMBAUD, CAN BE A POET, AND TRANSCEND THE STATUS OF A VAGABOND, A WOEBEGONE TRAVELLER, ANOTHER PLEBIAN MISCREANT...IS ENCOURAGING, ITS LIFE-AFFIRMING...IT IS THE AFFIRMATION OF THE POTENTIALITY OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT....PUNK ROCK, BEAT, HIPSTER, JUNKIE, WHORE, PIMP, HUSTLER......SUBURBANITE...RIMBAUD'S ENCAPSULATES SO PERFECTLY THE MYRIAD HUMAN PERSONALITIES...HE REFLECTS OURSELVES BACK TO US, ALL OF US, EACH WITH OUR OWN INDIVIDUAL PIECE OF SHATTERED GLASS. AND ONCE WE'VE SEEN URSELVES SUFFICENTLY...THRU HIS EYES, HIS PERCEPTIONS....WE CANNOT HELP BUT SLASH OURSELVES WITH THAT GLASS...HEAL...AND LIVE THE DULL ACHE OF THE SCAR LEFT BEHIND BY HIS POWERFUL, RAW, AND UNCOMPROMISING POETIC SPIRIT.

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I APOLOGIZE FOR THE RIDICULOUSLY SPELLED PIECE I WROTE. I KNOW, ITS INCOMPREHENSIBLE. FEEL FREE TO EMAIL ME, ALL OF YOU...I'D LOVE TO HAVE CONVERSATIONS ABOUT YOU ALL WITH RIMBAUD, ART, OR LIFE IN GENERAL.

MATT LANDIS AGE 19 PISCES_ISCARIOT_@HOTMAIL.COM OR SEVERIN221@MSN.COM

P.SP- IM DOING A PAPER FOR PHILOSOPHY ENTITLED "aRT AS IDEOLOGY CRITIQUE: THE METAPHYSICS OF REVOLUTION". IT FOCUSES MOSTLY ON RIMBAUD'S "ILLUMINATIONS" SEEN THRU THE MORAL/POLITICAL THEORY OF NIETZSCHE AND MARX, AND ARTAUD'S AESTHETIC THEORY. I ALSO USE IN CONJUNCTION, SOME PEOPLE INSPIRED BY RIMBAUD'S LEGACY IN OTHER FORMS OF ART (WHETHER THEY KNOW IT OR NOT)...PATTI SMITH, JIM CARROL, BASQUIAT, POLLOCK, MATISSE, LAUTREAMONT, SADE (I KNOW, SADE PRE-DATES RIMBAUD, AND LAUTREAMONT IS PRACTICALLY A CONTEMPORARY)...ANYONE WITH OPINIONS, IDEAS...I'D LOVE TO HEAR THEM....


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I Have not met rimbaud, but i know him well. after studies in the metaphysical poets left me slighty discontented, my lecturer recommended i approach baudelaire and his 'les fleur du mal'. it sounded promising since i knew of baudelaire through kerouac, ginsberg, and burroughs, and also through studying victor hugo. with 'les fleur du mal' i sighed with the relief of finalling discovering that what i thought poetry should be was realised in the work of baudelaire.

through baudelaire i found the symbolists; and of course rimbaud. and in 'a season in hell' and 'illuminations' i found poetry as it exists in it's highest level; magic.

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I have been a Bob Dylan fan for a long time and have recently been listening to and enjoying Patti Smith also. It seems that they are both very much fans of and influenced by arthur rimbaud. I figured that I would give him a chance. I ordered the complete works translated by paul schmidt adn have been engrossed ever since. It's hard to say exactly which poem is my favorite, but obviously the season in hell is powerful. I think one of the most poignant things that I like about rimbaud is that he wrote about everything, from war, to nature, to love and lust. Bob dylan has said very early on in his career that he writes about everything under the sun. Rimbaud did also and if poetry as art has told me one thing, it is a means, not en end. I mean here that rimbaud is simply an inspiraTION for us wanna-be writers that there is no wrong choice for writing topics or genres. thanks arthur,,,jesse lambertson


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Hi everybody! Here I see so many sensitive people, who understand Rembaud. I believe that understanding each other is so important. Society demands coldness, sense control, absence of meditativity, constant rush for survival. And here I met so many young, bright, talented and tender people. So pleasant contradiction! I feel calm at your side and I know you are able to understand me, and just like Rembaud can sense what can't be expressed by words. To me: author@ezopsy.org


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one night, i was chatting with friends on the internet, when i recieved a random instant message from an interesting person. his first words were of almost nonsense. i read them again, and i realized it was a line of poetry. instantaneously i replied with a line from a favorite song. this "game" continued back and forth for quite some time, each reply a line of poetry each of us had written. finally we exchanged locations and ages and whatnot, and he told me of the great rimbaud. we then parted and have not spoken since.


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There is some coincidental thing about meeting rimbaud when your 19. i was reading through the message board, and most were at that age when first introduced to this dark poet. i am 19 too and just met him less than a week ago. I was initially inspired by the verse, at first annoymous, until i looked up the author's name later online. i came across this verse in the movie "pollock" in the scene where lee krasner has scrawled a few select phrases from "bad blood...a season in hell" onto a canvas she was painting. i was intensely intrigued by the honesty behind the words...the selection was.."to whom shall i hire myself out? what beast must i adore? what holy images attacked? what hearts shall i break? what lie must i maintain? and what blood shed?" i can't wait to read more by the author...i look forward to getting acquainted with rimbaud!


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I wAS SCROLLING THROUGH AND INDEPENDENT MOVIE CHANNEL WHEN I came across the movie total eclipse and i was immediately hooked. he is such an inspiration to me and my work. i write a whole lot more now, (poetry and such) and all because of his beautiful talent. he has been the light at the end of my tunnel and for that, i am eternally grateful.

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A member of my favourite band is nicknamed penny rimbaud, and then i hear his name mentioned again in the cd cover of a patti Smith album (she named his as one of her influences). i asked my mother who this rimbaud was, and being french, she recited one of his poems. it was 'le dormeur du valle' or 'asleep in the valley'. i found it so moving i went and bought a collection of his poems. i've read them all and he is the only poet i actually know very well. asleep in the valley is still my favourite.


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there's a book by tom robbins called "fierce invalids home from hot climates". i didn't know what it was from. two weeks ago, a guy who i love/respect/look up to had a rimbaud book on him and i came across almost the same line when i was just skimming. one of those bizarre coincidences that change your life.


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Never a critic, but encountering one person who sees the world differently from the way others see it is the way i met Artur Rimabaud. Seeing it through the eyes of one person I expectedly met somewhere in the most unsuspecting time of my life. Seeing Arthur Rimbaud through a person who emulates him in his music, thinking, persona and lifestyle. Much like Rimbaud... quiet, undetected, seeking solemnity in the noise of the world, glowing within the confines of himself. i met artur rimbaud in the most unusual way... a person who conceals himself in his craft. only known to those who follow and sacrifice a big part of their life. it was mutual admiration for life's greater bounty that drove me to know one person who was unknown to all the very person that exist in each one of us... our personal id. ego, and superego.

far reaching agony needless change in onself

this is how i learned arthur rimbaud. the man who best emulates the man i emulates.


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im sorry,for ive never met a. rimbaud ,personally anyway.but anyway it must have been during my 17th or was it my 18th year that everywhere i went i heard that name over and over again everywhere and all over-rimbaud-rimbaud.around this time -late 1996 thru the spring of 97-i was building a large suicide during which time i had decided to become a poet-it was in me,how could i resist? and besides all you needed was a pin or paper.a year before i had my own xerox magazine,an electric guitar and an amp,and i painted furiously.somehow all those things fell apart for me.i was betrayed by everyone who knew me-my amp blew out-my paintings were ether torn down or detroyed by shcool officials-so i dropped out of high shcool-my father kicked me out for not getting a hair cut-so i moved in with my mom-read ginsberg,kerouac,elliot,blake,poe,and baudelaire and also over the web the lyric of lou reed,bob dylan,david bowie,john lennon,jim carrol and patti smith.and somewhere in all this,the strange name of rimbaud-as if his life,his work,even his very name had somehow infected and or contaiminated all that went before him and of course after him-as if his wild blood was already flowing within us,in our words ,our music,our visions-dreams and nightmares(we are all human,right? )our world was shaped by his (and other visionairarie 's)future brains. iwent everywhere on foot during the spring-thru the sun and moon-wrote up to 6 or 7 poems a day-on speed or o.e. or mad dog 20/20 or coffee or cola (always marlboros and no sleep) or just plain nothing but the inescapable sounds in my head-i made money-less trips on foot around the city-mostly shop lifting or meeting people:hobos,winos,lusting homos and young girls ,strange mod cats with black hair and tight pants,and at least one circus performer.i went in to book stores tryong to find a rimbaud book with no luck,untill i found a copy of his pocket poets edition on my 19th birth day,october 23rd 1997- a.r. stopped writting when he was 19-he died allmost 20 years later. j.hardy 9/2/01


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i Stumbled across rimbaud in the midst of discovering the "doors." i had my wisdom teeth removed and while loaded up on percaset, i relaxed and watched movies on stolen cable. the oliver stone flick "the doors" came on and i was drawn to it, in a poetic fashion. from there, i was drawn to the doors, i started reading about the band and the more i found out, i the more i wanted to find out. i then was attracted to the flair of jim morrison. which turned me towards blake, dionysus, aldous huxely and eventually rimbaud. the more i find out about rimbaud and his work, the more inferior my poetry seems. i always thought that i was destined for fame with the poetry i created, always thought it would change things. the more i read about rimbaud and learn about everything else, the less i enjoy reading my poems. i fill pages of lost sanity and lost connections to true poetry. yet, the more i learn, the more i learn. each day, or as much as i try, i tell people about arthur. his genius, his poetry, his staory and i feel privileged to teach everyone that i meet about him. even if i can turn a couple people towards him, i feel satisfied. i love to watch people's expression when i tell the few stories that i have learned. though i have a long way to go, i am amazed at how far he has taken. i still long to publish my poetry, long to be looked upon as something valuable to the world. in 21 years i have learned that i wish i knew more at an age so heavy. if anyone wishes to chat about anything, send me an email, cause i would love tpo learn, love to talk and love to share. thanks and may everyone continue to grow through the words of rimbaud and so many great literary minds.

affectionate greetings cosmo

email: dionysus053@yahoo.com hope to speak to someone soon.


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In the EARLY 1990'S, i OFTEN HUNG AROUND WITH THIS CRAZY BLOKE WHO COULD RECITE POETRY ON A WHIM AND LIFE AS IF IT COULD END AT ANY TIME. HIS NAME WAS JOSH CRONIN AND I'M NOT SURE WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HIM. ANYWAY, WE WERE BOTH AROUND 20-YEARS-OLD AT THE TIME AND, BEING INTERESTED IN LITERATURE AS I WAS, I STARTED HANGING AROUND WITH HIM A LOT. ONE DAY WE TOOK SOME MUSHROOMS, WENT TO THE BEACH WHERE WE LIVED IN ST. PETERSBURG FLORIDA AND LISTENED TO SONGS BY THE DOORS AND READING JIM MORRISON'S POETRY ALL DAY. JOSH ARGUED THAT JIM MORRISON WAS A POET AND NOT JUST A SINGER DURING THE REVOLUTIONARY TIMES OF THE 60'S, THAT HE WAS TO GO DOWN AS ONE OF THE IMMORTALS. TRIPPING ON MUSHROOMS AND LISTENING TO MORRISON'S LYRICS, I COULD HARDLY ARGUE AGAINST HIS POINT. THINK ABOUT "DEATH MAKES ANGELS OF US ALL & GIVES US WINGS WHERE WE HAD SHOULDERS AS SMOOTH AS RAVEN'S CLAWS" OR "WOMAN OF THE WORLD UNITE MAKE THE WORLD SAFE FOR A SCANDALOUS LIFE." JOSH WAS TELLING ME HOW MORRISON WENT TO COLLEGE WHERE WE WERE GOING AT THE TIME, ST. PETERSBURG JUNIOR COLLEGE AND THAT JACK KEROUEC ALSO LIVED IN ST. PETERSBURG. JOSH ALWAYS WANTED US TO START OUR OWN POETRY 'CIRCLE' AND START A BAND. WE DID BOTH FOR A WHILE. ANYWAY, BACK TO THE BEACH TRIPPING ON MUSHROOMS: I STARTED TO WONDER ALOUD WHERE MORRISON GOT THE IDEA FOR THOSE LYRICS AND POEMS, NO ONE IN THE 60'S WAS TALKING ABOUT DEATH, EVERYONE WANTED TO WHERE FLOWER IN THEIR HAIR AND WANTED TO PRACTICE FREE LOVE. "FROM RIMBAUD," JOSH SAID "AMONG OTHER POETS, BUT RIMBAUD WAS A BIG INFLUENCE ON JIM MORRISON." OF COURSE, MY NEXT QUESTION WAS; "WHO'S RIMBAUD?" FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS WE DOVE SO DEEPLY INTO THE POETRY OF RIMBAUD THAT I FELT LIKE I HAD A NEW UNDERSTANDING OF LIFE. JOSH AND I ALWAYS DID THOSE TYPES OF THINGS, ALL OF OUR FRIENDS HADN'T A CLUE WHAT WE WERE TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH, EITHER DID WE, BUT I FEEL A HELL OF A LOT BETTER NOW THAT I READ RIMBAUD'S POETRY. THAT'S MY FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH RIMBAUD, THANK YOU, eAMON lOINGSIGH CHECK OUT MY NOVEL "THE SOFT WAR: NOTES FROM MADRID" IT'S ABOUT ANARCHISM IN SPAIN AND AN AMERICAN WHO LEARNS HOW TO UNDERSTAND IT.


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In the EARLY 1990'S, i OFTEN HUNG AROUND WITH THIS CRAZY BLOKE WHO COULD RECITE POETRY ON A WHIM AND LIFE AS IF IT COULD END AT ANY TIME. HIS NAME WAS JOSH CRONIN AND I'M NOT SURE WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HIM. ANYWAY, WE WERE BOTH AROUND 20-YEARS-OLD AT THE TIME AND, BEING INTERESTED IN LITERATURE AS I WAS, I STARTED HANGING AROUND WITH HIM A LOT. ONE DAY WE TOOK SOME MUSHROOMS, WENT TO THE BEACH WHERE WE LIVED IN ST. PETERSBURG FLORIDA AND LISTENED TO SONGS BY THE DOORS AND READING JIM MORRISON'S POETRY ALL DAY. JOSH ARGUED THAT JIM MORRISON WAS A POET AND NOT JUST A SINGER DURING THE REVOLUTIONARY TIMES OF THE 60'S, THAT HE WAS TO GO DOWN AS ONE OF THE IMMORTALS. TRIPPING ON MUSHROOMS AND LISTENING TO MORRISON'S LYRICS, I COULD HARDLY ARGUE AGAINST HIS POINT. THINK ABOUT "DEATH MAKES ANGELS OF US ALL & GIVES US WINGS WHERE WE HAD SHOULDERS AS SMOOTH AS RAVEN'S CLAWS" OR "WOMAN OF THE WORLD UNITE MAKE THE WORLD SAFE FOR A SCANDALOUS LIFE." JOSH WAS TELLING ME HOW MORRISON WENT TO COLLEGE WHERE WE WERE GOING AT THE TIME, ST. PETERSBURG JUNIOR COLLEGE AND THAT JACK KEROUEC ALSO LIVED IN ST. PETERSBURG. JOSH ALWAYS WANTED US TO START OUR OWN POETRY 'CIRCLE' AND START A BAND. WE DID BOTH FOR A WHILE. ANYWAY, BACK TO THE BEACH TRIPPING ON MUSHROOMS: I STARTED TO WONDER ALOUD WHERE MORRISON GOT THE IDEA FOR THOSE LYRICS AND POEMS, NO ONE IN THE 60'S WAS TALKING ABOUT DEATH, EVERYONE WANTED TO WHERE FLOWER IN THEIR HAIR AND WANTED TO PRACTICE FREE LOVE. "FROM RIMBAUD," JOSH SAID "AMONG OTHER POETS, BUT RIMBAUD WAS A BIG INFLUENCE ON JIM MORRISON." OF COURSE, MY NEXT QUESTION WAS; "WHO'S RIMBAUD?" FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS WE DOVE SO DEEPLY INTO THE POETRY OF RIMBAUD THAT I FELT LIKE I HAD A NEW UNDERSTANDING OF LIFE. JOSH AND I ALWAYS DID THOSE TYPES OF THINGS, ALL OF OUR FRIENDS HADN'T A CLUE WHAT WE WERE TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH, EITHER DID WE, BUT I FEEL A HELL OF A LOT BETTER NOW THAT I READ RIMBAUD'S POETRY. THAT'S MY FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH RIMBAUD, THANK YOU, eAMON lOINGSIGH CHECK OUT MY NOVEL "THE SOFT WAR: NOTES FROM MADRID" IT'S ABOUT ANARCHISM IN SPAIN AND AN AMERICAN WHO LEARNS HOW TO UNDERSTAND IT.


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I discovered my most beloved poet one day when i stayed at a friend's house. He had a collection of french poetry. when i came across the drunken boad, it blew my mind. everything else in the book became irrelevant. i immediately ran to the book store and bought A season in hell. after that i became officially obssessed with his work. i decided to learn french to read the poems in original. because of arthur i now know french.


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When i was in high school, i took german, but the classes started seeming boring and i decided to teach myself french. as i developed, i wanted something to read. once, while visiting my sister in virginia, i stopped into a borders bookstore, and discovered a selection of untranslated literature. i always loved poetry, and decided to buy a book of it in french, and the first one i found was rimbaud's collected works. as my french progressed, i began to actually be able to read the poems in that book, and the more i uncovered, the more intrigued and amazed i was. in my first year of college, my french was getting really good, and i decided to read a biography of rimbaud to understand the poems better. suddenly, i found myself absolutely in love with rimbaud, his poetry, his life, to the point that i cannot imagine, like most of you i'm sure, ever not having known him. i found a kinship to the poetry, and it's artistry and creativity have touched me irrevocably forever.


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Oh Arthur, my dear Arthur. I first came across A.R. when I was a curious 11-year old exploring the library shelves. The title, "A Season in hell" and thought, "cool!" I did not check out the book that day. A few days later, the title kept hopping around in my head, so i went back to find it. The librarian was amused that an 11-year old was interested in such a deep piece of writing. She suggested I learn more about the writer first. So i did. i checked out one small biography that day. I read and read about the life of A.r. then, by age 13, i tackled the poems. I've been hooked since. i've visited charleville a dozen times. i'm walked some of the routes he took. he has been an inspiration in most paths i've chosen. i wish i could thank that librarian now, but i never returned that first biography and fear the fines would break me!


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BEING A YOUNG POET MYSELF THE LIFE AND POETRY OF JEAN-NICOLAS-ARTHUR RIMBAUD IS CERTAINLY INSPIRING HE IS THE ANTHROPORMORPHISM OF DIONYSUS.DOOMED AND DAMNED FROM THE START,TORN TO PIECES,DYING IN ANGUISH.YET THE PERFECT PARAGON OF LIFE REOCCURING.JUST AS DIONYSUS RETURNED AGAIN AND AGAIN,SO DOES THE POETRY OF ARTHUR RIMBAUD.I FIRST HEARD OF RIMBAUD THROUGH MY READINGS OF THE BEAT GENERATION AND OF JAMES DOUGLAS MORRISON.THE DESCRIPTIONS OF RIMBAUD I READ WERE EVERYTHING THAT I ASPIRED FOR.I MADE A PACT WITH MYSELF TO FIND ONE OF HIS WORKS AS SOON AS COULD.I ACTUALLY PROBABLY READ "A SEASON IN HELL" AT THE SAME AGE IN WHICH RIMBAUD WAS WRITING IT.SO ITS IMPACT ON ME WAS VERY RESONANT INDEED.AND I AM NOW AT THE AGE IN WHICH RIMBAUD WAS THROWING HIS HANDS DOWN AT POETRY,BUT WHERE HE RECEDED INTO THE SHORE I MUST MAKE THE BRINE RISE ONCE AGAIN!SO IT IS INTO THE DAMNABLE LINEAGE I FALL INTO,TO BECOME THE SEER,THE VISIONARY,AND TO SEE THE CRESTED LANDSCAPE BEHIND THE MIRROR.


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I read about him in the culture pages of a newspaper. then i went here to see if he really was that good, as the article said he was. but i couldn't find any poems in english!!


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you need to fix the font in the text window. you can't see if you're using big or small letters.


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to k.r.c. arthur, why does a child cry when it is born? it is a claw,tearing our womb they strip us out to throw us into our sepulchre death is our untiring assailant,yet our love still saunters we anchorites,we the taciturn,we the sobbing,we the lamenting, we who are trapped beneath,we who do not have to look up for heaven,we spoil your riches so that you too may traverse the realms where a tear is born o arthur! o my dear arthur!


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I simply adore Patti smith, have for years, and whenever she started talking about rimbaud, I just knew he was someone worth looking into. so one day when i was 15, my dad drove me to athens, where i bought a translation of the drunken boat and a season in hell. that slim book totally blew me away and continues to do so after five years of reading it over and over again.


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My car broke down in a little town on the edge of the Nevada desert and I went to the john in the men's room and there was a tattered book by rimbaud and nobody else needed to use the crapper so i stayed there a while and read some of it. when i got done i noticed there wasn';t any toilet tissue, so i wiped my ass with it.


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My car broke down in a little town on the edge of the Nevada desert and I went to the john in the men's room and there was a tattered book by rimbaud and nobody else needed to use the crapper so i stayed there a while and read some of it. when i got done i noticed there wasn';t any toilet tissue, so i wiped my ass with it.


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My car broke down in a little town on the edge of the Nevada desert and I went to the john in the men's room and there was a tattered book by rimbaud and nobody else needed to use the crapper so i stayed there a while and read some of it. when i got done i noticed there wasn';t any toilet tissue, so i wiped my ass with it.


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rimbaud the eternal! rimbaud the damned! rimbaud and i! drunk and marching towards our epitaphs! to live in desolation with the soul forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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I DON'T KNOW WHERE I MET ARTHUR,MAYBE HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THERE,A PART OF ME,SOMETHINGS THAT SCARES ME SOMETIMES.aNYWAY I KNOW WHERE I MET HIS EYES FOR THE FIRST TIME:I WAS WALKING IN A BOOKSTORE,I WAS GOING JUST UP AND DOWN WANDERING WHICH BOOK COULD I HAVE BOUGHT.BUT...ALWAYS THE SAME STUFF,SO UNREAL,SO UNUSEFUL!aND THEN,ALL OF A SUDDEN,TWO EYES,THE DEEPEST EYES I HAD EVER SEEN,AND THEY WERE STARING AT ME,I LOOKED ON THE SHELF AND SAW A BOOK WITH THAT FACE PRINTED ON,I LOOKED AT IT AND THEN SAID MYSELF:U STUPID FOOL,HOW CAN U BUY A BOOK JUST CAUSE OF A NICE GUY ON THE BOOKLET?i KEPT ON WALKING,NOTHING IT SEEMED TO ME I HAD READ EVERYTHING AVAIBLE IN A SMALL,STUPID TOWN IN THE SOUTH OF ITALY,i WENT OUT THE BOOKSTORE,THEN WHEN I ARRIVED AT HOME I DID NOT WALK INSIDE I JUST WENT BACK TO THE BOOKSTORE TO TAKE THE THE BOOK.I TOOK IT IN MY HANDS AND READ:ARTHUR RIMBAUD,COMPLETS POEMS,AND I THOUGHT:FRENCH!oH,SHIT,FRENCH POERTY SUKS AS MUCH AS FRENCH LANGUAGE!bUT I HAD GROWN TOO CURIOS SO I TOOK THE BOOK.THAT NIGHT LYING IN BED I OPENED THE BOOK AND READ ADIEU FROM THE SEASON IN HELL,THE FIRST THING I FOUND WHEN IT WAS OVER I THOUGHT WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MEAN?i WAS ACCUSTOMED TO EMILY DICKINSON,JOHN KEATS AND LORD BYRON,A MUCH MORE COMPREHENSIBLE STUFF!bUT EVERYDAY I KEPT ON READING,I HAD TO,I TOOK THE BOOK AT SCHOOL WITH ME AND EVERYTIME I GOT THE CHANCE I STARTED READING,I STARTED TRAVELLING WITH WORDS I DID NOT UNDERSTAND,IT WAS RTERRIBLE I REALLY WANTED TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT,BUT HOW COULD I?tHERE WAS TOO MUCH PAIN AND TOO MUCH HAPPINESS IN THOSE WORDS FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND.a MONTH OR MORE ROLLED BY AND I STARTED HAVING PROBLEMS WITH MY PARENTS.THEY WANTED TO KNOW WHAT I WAS READING,SO I SAID RIMBAUD,A FRENCH POET,THEY HAD NO IDEA OF WHO HE WAS BUT AFTER A COUPLE OF DAYS MY MOTHER CAME TO ME AND TOLD ME U DON'T HAVE TO READ THAT POETRY,I ASKED A FRIEND OF MINE AND HE TOLD ME HE(ARTHUR)WAS JUST AN HOMOSEXUAL AND A DRUG ADDICT.i'D TRY TO EXPLAIN HER WHAT WAS GOING ON,HOW ARTHUR WAS TURNING MY WAY OF SEEING THINGS UPSIDE DOWN BUT SHE WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND SHE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND FOR ME LIFE IS DIFFERENT I DON'T CARE ABOUT DISCOS OR CFLOTHES,I'M WALKING TOWARD SOMETHING IN MY LIFE.i WAS 15 WHEN ALL THIS HAPPENED NOW I'M 22 ANS ARTHUR IS STILL HERE SOMETIMES IT SEEMS TO ME I KNOW HIM I CAN REALLY TELL WHO HE WAS,SOMETIMES HE'S A STRANGER AND I DON'T HAVE ANY KEYS TO ENTER INTO HIS SOUL.a LOT OF THINGS HAPPENED IN THESE YEARS,I'VE TRIED TO LEARN ENGLISH,FRENCH AND GERMAN AND NOW I ADORE FRENC LANGUAGE,I'VE FOUND ITS MUSIC AND I CAN SING IT!i LOVED A SOUL MUCH MORE THAN ANYONE BUT I'VE ALSO FOUND THE COURAGE DEEP INSIDE MY HEART TO LET HIM GO,TO LET HIM FLY AWAY FROM ME TO THE LIFE HE BELONGED TO,AND THIS WAS ALSO THANKS TO ARTHUR.NOW I'M STILL WALKING TOWARD SOMETHING BUT I KNOW WHAT IT IS:JE CHERCHE LE SOLEIL!MY LOVE TO U ALL,PLEASE IF SOMEONE WANTS TO WRITE ME I'LL BE SO GLAD!e-MAIL TO CAROLELOMBARDGABLE@HOTMAIL.COM


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I remember i was reading some of jim morrison's poetry, followed by a short biography, i forget the name of the book. in the biography morrison stated that he was heavily inspired by arthur rimbaud's poetry and claimed to be his reincarnation. through this heavenly creation called the internet, i looked up some poetry, and was stunned! his work was so descriptive and imaginative, while he followed no standard format for his writing. That changed the way i read and write poetry forever. His book "after the deluge" is probably my favorite poem, i love it's scenery that is painted in my imagination when i read those lines. i still am discovering more poetry by him that is stunning. -jeromy robert smith


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it was in 1998. i was 14? wow, doesn't seem like it was that long ago. doesn't seem like i was only 14. My Friend, jessica, had just learned of him from her english teacher. In fact, it was the only teacher that I'd ever heard of having a profound appreciation for rimbaud's genius. so jessica naturally told me about him. but never reading anything of his at the time, i didn't figure it was that big of a deal. then jessica and i got together and watched total eclipse. the movie was to say the least confusing to me. i didn't see the motivation behind most of his actions. so i bought his complete works in an effort to understand his interesting and confusing actions. well, the poetry was just as confusing. i understood some, but only to a certain extent. no one can fully understand that kind of genius. so once again out of interest and confusion i bought another book. with each book falling more and more in love with his genius and rebelliousness. I bought the biography. i cried when he died at the end. since then my friends and i have tried to spread the word of rimbaud and looked for local people who love him just as much. We celebrate his birthday every year, and the day of his death. for his making it to whatever comes after this life is just as important to us as what he did in the past. in fact, we even make him a cake. i love rimbaud!!!! Jennifer


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it was in 1998. i was 14? wow, doesn't seem like it was that long ago. doesn't seem like i was only 14. My Friend, jessica, had just learned of him from her english teacher. In fact, it was the only teacher that I'd ever heard of having a profound appreciation for rimbaud's genius. so jessica naturally told me about him. but never reading anything of his at the time, i didn't figure it was that big of a deal. then jessica and i got together and watched total eclipse. the movie was to say the least confusing to me. i didn't see the motivation behind most of his actions. so i bought his complete works in an effort to understand his interesting and confusing actions. well, the poetry was just as confusing. i understood some, but only to a certain extent. no one can fully understand that kind of genius. so once again out of interest and confusion i bought another book. with each book falling more and more in love with his genius and rebelliousness. I bought the biography. i cried when he died at the end. since then my friends and i have tried to spread the word of rimbaud and looked for local people who love him just as much. We celebrate his birthday every year, and the day of his death. for his making it to whatever comes after this life is just as important to us as what he did in the past. in fact, we even make him a cake. i love rimbaud!!!! Jennifer


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it was in 1998. i was 14? wow, doesn't seem like it was that long ago. doesn't seem like i was only 14. My Friend, jessica, had just learned of him from her english teacher. In fact, it was the only teacher that I'd ever heard of having a profound appreciation for rimbaud's genius. so jessica naturally told me about him. but never reading anything of his at the time, i didn't figure it was that big of a deal. then jessica and i got together and watched total eclipse. the movie was to say the least confusing to me. i didn't see the motivation behind most of his actions. so i bought his complete works in an effort to understand his interesting and confusing actions. well, the poetry was just as confusing. i understood some, but only to a certain extent. no one can fully understand that kind of genius. so once again out of interest and confusion i bought another book. with each book falling more and more in love with his genius and rebelliousness. I bought the biography. i cried when he died at the end. since then my friends and i have tried to spread the word of rimbaud and looked for local people who love him just as much. We celebrate his birthday every year, and the day of his death. for his making it to whatever comes after this life is just as important to us as what he did in the past. in fact, we even make him a cake. i love rimbaud!!!! Jennifer


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it was in 1998. i was 14? wow, doesn't seem like it was that long ago. doesn't seem like i was only 14. My Friend, jessica, had just learned of him from her english teacher. In fact, it was the only teacher that I'd ever heard of having a profound appreciation for rimbaud's genius. so jessica naturally told me about him. but never reading anything of his at the time, i didn't figure it was that big of a deal. then jessica and i got together and watched total eclipse. the movie was to say the least confusing to me. i didn't see the motivation behind most of his actions. so i bought his complete works in an effort to understand his interesting and confusing actions. well, the poetry was just as confusing. i understood some, but only to a certain extent. no one can fully understand that kind of genius. so once again out of interest and confusion i bought another book. with each book falling more and more in love with his genius and rebelliousness. I bought the biography. i cried when he died at the end. since then my friends and i have tried to spread the word of rimbaud and looked for local people who love him just as much. We celebrate his birthday every year, and the day of his death. for his making it to whatever comes after this life is just as important to us as what he did in the past. in fact, we even make him a cake. i love rimbaud!!!! Jennifer


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hi !!! i'm bruno maia from brazil.i have a band called tuatha de danann,and i'm into a project:to music a season in hell....


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Arthur rimbaud blazed new poetic trails in the arena of conventionalism and distorted the straight arrow of the soul through unfathomable words thrown in the bottomless well of the sub-conscience. his life was at the rendez-vous of his oeuvre and embrased his destiny!


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Finding little haven for clairvoyant reading in my small suburban town, I asked an English teacher if he knew anyone good to read. Knowing rimbaud would be a perfect fit for my reading preferences, he brought me a copy of "a season in hell" the next day. That day was today. I am actually looking for info on him right now and thought I would add my small story to this wonderfully insightful site.


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By the time I read Jack Kerouac's "On The Road" for about the 8th time, I discovered Rimbaud, and also Dosteyevsaky. Kerouac mentions both, not in On The Roda,, well, Dosteyevsky's in One The Road or Visiuons of Cody, and that's when I started reading Rimbaud. i'm 39, and I was about 25 when I read rimbaud.


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I saw a collections of his poems in the school- library and his picture on the cover was so irritating that I took the book and went to the only place in school wher it is silent: to the toilet, sat down and read about orphans on Chrismas.....


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i am still raining after going through rimbaud's "the drunken boat"..it feels like the aftermath of a storm ....i want to be a film maker...a poet..a killer of sustainable thought..i like morrison and that is how i came to know bout rimbaud...i want chaos in my work...i want broken houses..a mad man..a wild storm..the first scene of tempest ...i want a little child...i want a flower...i want a deserted house..i want a murder...i dont know..i am confused... avisekarora24@yahoo.com


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To all the "I's" who are somebody else. I first met rimbaud in college. I was brought up catholic and was never exposed to anything outside of its narrow realms. Once in college i discovered through my classes and, strangely enough jim morrison (I know how bad that sounds as he was not a very good writer) this new world that changed my life. Among those who changed me were Nietzsche, sartre, Thoreau, and Rimbaud. At first I found his poetry very difficult as say compared with Baudelaire so I turned to his biography - the classic one by Enid starkie - and I was entranced. After that the poetry came. since that time when I was 18 (I am now 30) he has very much haunted my life and my writing. I have been to Charleville 5 times since I first met him. Sometihng always draws me back. I plan to go back in 2004 for the big 150. In my Masters thesis (which was a novel) he - among many of my heroes - makes an appearance. As of late he has made a strong resurrgence in my life. So many things about him besides his poetry knock me out. I am not being very articulate but... anyway I would love to hear from others who have been changed by Rimbaud. My e-mail is ihaightmail@yahoo.com


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The toilet-reader of the orphans was KBrocka@aol.com......


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(caps doesnt seem to be in my control - xcuse me) a quote influenced my life when i was young. " the task of a man who want to be a visonary poet is to study his own awareness of himself. he must seek out his own soul, inspect it, test it......." completly unaware of the authors nam,.yaears later, a girl friend brought me to a movie with de caprio, the name escapes me. i made a conection with the quote, bought a book., the history and the passion influences me, the passion! ive been drinking absinthe and feel vocal now. cory728@yahoo.com


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at thirteen...poe leades to baudelaire...baudelaire to hugo,verlaine and...rimbaud. as i remember, school officals mostly laughed...


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Hi to all "Arthur rimbauds" all over the world!!!!!!!!!ive read all your comments and stories on how youve get to know the most exeptional poet of all time.My story was a bit diffrent from all of you I was 15 when a friend urged me into writting.she wrote several poems herself and ive read some of it and i got interested so i planned to write poems and novels myself. She was, and still is, my best friend. We did a lot of things, and that includes watching movies(it was the 2nd to the best thing to do after writting poetries).We came across "Total eclipse" and i got interested in it so i did not stop until i can find a video of it. I found it in a video shop almost blocks away from our house. Actually if i can remember it right it was the last copy of the movie that they have. all of the copies have been misplaced or just died because of being so old. I invited my friend over and we watched it. It was great; the script writting,the screenplay,the actors........but the best part of it is the story itself: the story about Arthur Rimbaud and Paul verlaine. I t strucked me,i loved them ever since. Their story have been my life. Everything i've done and doing right now seems to be influenced by who they really are. Me and my friend are still together, i know it sounds crazy but i thingk it has a lot to do with meeting rimbaud so ill still say it. My friend,who is a also a girl like me, seems to be a resurected soul of Paul marie verlaine and i, myself seems to be the resurrected embodiement of Arthur rimbaud. I once told her about it but we both became shy in talking about it so we haven't talked about it again right now. Now I still write poems, novels; but what im concentrating right now is doing a scrip about what really happened between Arthur and Paul. Its from the time Paul invited Arthur to come over, and up to this day that im writting it, i haven't finished it's ending. But i don't need to worry..................Arthur will show me what is it that im going to write!!!!!!!!!! Email me friends of arthur.......................................Elan_eminem@yahoo.com.Please, let's live Arthurs life even after all eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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i am a lonely child.my job is to read.one day searching for another taste my teacher gave me a rimbaud book.first i didn't like it but then i discovered his world.thanks to my dear teacher... basak from turkey magnamatery@hotmail.com


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I had read a small passage in a book titled "days of war nights of love: crimethink for beginnners" about arthur rimbauld, so recently I went to barnes and noble, and stole a copy of his complete works off the shelf. I've enjoyed every page I've read thus far. I came here to seek further insight into the life of this man.


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this is my first time reeding rimbaud and i tink it´s espectacular the way he describe things and situations of life i became intrested on him because of robi "draco" rosa (you can blame it on him) cause i think he is a magnific poet ,too if you don´t know him you got to . he writes in english and spanish i think he´s a young rimbaud samuel rdz. (mexico)


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I am just amazed at how many people are the reincarnate rimbaud...Here and elsewhere,in the form of Henry Miller with his inert book the time of the asassins...silly rhetoric...never ceases to amaze..sorry kids there are no second acts!


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I came over a picture of him before even knowing his name and I thought he was beatiful and at that time I wanted a new favorite poet who had good looks. Now as the time goes by I look less and less at his pictures and read his poems more and more.


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Rimbaud is my double...only I am a girl. The resemblance is completely amazing, from the hair to the shape of the face, to the lazy eyes. I first met rimbaud when a friend of mine insisted that we looked exactly alike. spurred by curiosity i found the famous portrait and was amazed to see that he was right. wynne


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Rimbaud is my double...only I am a girl. The resemblance is completely amazing, from the hair to the shape of the face, to the lazy eyes. I first met rimbaud when a friend of mine insisted that we looked exactly alike. spurred by curiosity i found the famous portrait and was amazed to see that he was right. wynne


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i met rimbaud by A book about James mOrrison's life. The blasted poet was, i believe, the unique that renounced the literaire fame. Ó merveille! Le Magnifique!


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i met rimbaud by A book about James mOrrison's life. The blasted poet was, i believe, the unique that renounced the literaire fame. Ó merveille! Le Magnifique!


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let's see, salt lake city, 1998 - just before closing time rushing into slc public library thru the gates, no waiting just pushing thru. knew right where i wanted to go (Les Illuminations). and finding the book perfectly there, taking it and working it toward the men's room,glancing around, where i produced my knife and cut out the electronic tab that would indicate my theft, and then flushing this down the toilet, shoved the book into my pants and left there, unnoticed. later, by bare lamp light, read the book and drank chilean wine in a tiny rooming house near temple square. keith haines


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Bob Dylan Introduced us.


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Sent a poem to a man who was the first to introduce me to Jack and Allen and Hunter, I asked him to be gentle with it, but I expected an honest critique. He told me that it "recalled Rimbaud." I am an uneducated alaskan waitress. I had heard the name Rimbaud. I had never read his work. I have a new dead man to be hopelessly in love with. Ain't love a bitch? -tra76@hotmail.com


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Sent a poem to a man who was the first to introduce me to Jack and Allen and Hunter, I asked him to be gentle with it, but I expected an honest critique. He told me that it "recalled Rimbaud." I am an uneducated alaskan waitress. I had heard the name Rimbaud. I had never read his work. I have a new dead man to be hopelessly in love with. Ain't love a bitch? -tra76@hotmail.com


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i stood there staring at the little wooden rack, atop it scrolled in black ink, one word, one name, one entity, bigger than word or name, or ink or paper or text. there it stood defiant and strong, the name dylan, under it a collection of the finest music ever made, beauty the human ear may never completely understand. i purchased, for an incredibly cheap price, a masterpiece, rival to best book of hemingway, the best, most brilliant picture snapped by doisneau, the best collection of brush strokes by picasso, simply on the cover was a picture, of a man and the words bob dylan blonde on blonde. i rushed home and tore open the clear plastic wrapping, stuck it in my cd player and felt the rush of pure musical genious. this thing, this art this glorious thrust of music and life and death and judgement, rebirth, projected image, sculpted voice and shattered caraffe, sent my senses, to that place where the ragman draws circle, and the gost of electricity, howls in the bones of faces. i desired more, i desired to know more, about anyone who could produce anything like this. so i read every dylan biography, and i listened to every song, everything that had his voice on it. i found many people through my research, guthrie, ginsberg, kerouac, rimbaud, and many other that piqued my interst. so by backtracking i came to find the sheer magic that is rimaud.


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ULVER's EP Metamorphosis had a track called Gnosis which quoted rimbaud 'science the new......'. I bought his complete works after that and fell in love with his words.


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ULVER's EP Metamorphosis had a track called Gnosis which quoted rimbaud 'science the new......'. I bought his complete works after that and fell in love with his words.


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It´s funny that there is a section in this web page about henry miller and his relation t rimbaud. the first time i came acroos rimbaud i was sixteen and fascinated by miller at the time. i came across one of his books: the time of the assassins.(sorry if i wrote it incorrectly but i read it in spanish) it was all about rimbaud! After finishing the small book dedicated to the young poet i was mesmerized with rawness and power that "a season in hell" has. Rimbaud is god/dog!


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I first met rimbaud in 1961 in connection with President Kennedy's Panel on Mental Retardation. I was an instructor at the University, in the fall of 1961, when he was visiting the Institute. I actually met arthur in a Philippino Disco in Hong Kong in 1996. I made sure I flew to Hong Kong as much as possible, so I could get to know him better and possibly form a lasting relationship. I first met rimbaud so briefly on a subway train. . "I met rimbaud just one week before my 15th birthday. He was 17. We were just two kids". After we first met on http://members.tripod.com/RoadSide6/frames.html we emailed each other for about a month and began speaking by phone. That lasted for another month until we finally decided to add our story.


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It was 1973, the year I decided to leave university for a while and work. I ended up in a book warehouse and stored nothing but readers and picutre books for very young children and university level science and math textbooks. one day, up oon top of a huge pile of skids i came across "the selected poems of paul verlaine" --a pink cover and swishy lettering. There was a biographical introduction, and there I saw the name. I hadn't heard of either one of them. evidentally, some years before, this warehouse had stored other things. within days i had "illuminations' in my hands. a revelation of course. -- branwell wfmcneill@yahoo.com


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Richey Edwards, tragically missing "guitarist" with Manic Street Preachers was a big Rimbaud fan. Shortly before his disappearance he could be seen walking around in a (rather fetching) white boiler suit with the words following, "Once I remember well...." from A Season in Hell scrawled on the back in black marker pen. I was fascinated with Richey, Richey was fascinated with Rimbaud, and there lies the story of my meeting with the great poet.


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Richey Edwards, tragically missing "guitarist" with Manic Street Preachers was a big Rimbaud fan. Shortly before his disappearance he could be seen walking around in a (rather fetching) white boiler suit with the words following, "Once I remember well...." from A Season in Hell scrawled on the back in black marker pen. I was fascinated with Richey, Richey was fascinated with Rimbaud, and there lies the story of my meeting with the great poet.


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Amidst the death of digits and shit my eyes had opened and the blood let forth While the blood letting ensued and the new truths took hold The visions and madness revealed their worth While I lay simply naked in small pools of red A great flaming sword is born in my stead


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i READ OF RIMBAUD IN SOME LINER NOTES OF MY FAVORITE POETS ART. MY POET AKNOWLEDGED RIMBAUD'S ILLUMINATIONS WHEN ASKED ABOUT HIS NEW TURN IN LYRICISM. I, HAVING BECOME OBSESSED WITH THE RATIONALITY OF THE STAMMERING VISIONS FOR MY SENSE, WANTED TO PONDER THIS 'RIMBAUD'S' WORKS. ALTHOUGH IVE ONLY LOOKED AT THIS SITE FOR 10 MINUTES OR SO IM SURE ILL ENJOY HIS WORKS.


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I pray this does not turn up all in caps. Yes, american is my primary language, but I like to think my paragraphs aren't german, or my grammar as beat or punctuation as shakespearean as it was when i was(n't)in school ("based on the natural rhythms or music of speech")... ah, day half a lifetime ago, from which all else follows. Wasn't it (robert) desnos who wrote that there is an exact instant dividing our lives precisely from all that came before from all that would happen after? is this true for any of you, too? How can i tell you what rimbaud meant to me, when i should have to tell you all first? Should I tell how i was zit-rid, just out of juvenile detention for more burglaries than anyone else of my age, in my town, had done? Or how i recited the passage beginning "still but a child" in the local mcdonalds standing in front of the table of my friends? or how i snuck "a season in hell" into the detention center when i went back for aiding and abetting in the commission of first degree robbery,--repeating every word of "the drunken boat" or whichever chapter of ASIH i had memorized that day? or the next 4 years i spent after being waived to adult prison reading post-graduate texts on physiology, the kabbalah, james joyce, socio- political semiotics and everything else i understood strictly nothing of, imagining all the mysteries of the world would eventually be answered by some magic word, some secret spell rimbaud had discovered? sometime i'll tell you the story how i ran across rimbaud from my pre-arranged 8th grade girlfriend, betrothed me by my best friend, who i only ran across for the first time since then today! For now I still have to figure out how it all happened to me myself... Some of these stories were lots more intriguing than I would've expected. write again, please...


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I pray this does not turn up all in caps. Yes, american is my primary language, but I like to think my paragraphs aren't german, or my grammar as beat or punctuation as shakespearean as it was when i was(n't)in school ("based on the natural rhythms or music of speech")... ah, day half a lifetime ago, from which all else follows. Wasn't it (robert) desnos who wrote that there is an exact instant dividing our lives precisely from all that came before from all that would happen after? is this true for any of you, too? How can i tell you what rimbaud meant to me, when i should have to tell you all first? Should I tell how i was zit-rid, just out of juvenile detention for more burglaries than anyone else of my age, in my town, had done? Or how i recited the passage beginning "still but a child" in the local mcdonalds standing in front of the table of my friends? or how i snuck "a season in hell" into the detention center when i went back for aiding and abetting in the commission of first degree robbery,--repeating every word of "the drunken boat" or whichever chapter of ASIH i had memorized that day? or the next 4 years i spent after being waived to adult prison reading post-graduate texts on physiology, the kabbalah, james joyce, socio- political semiotics and everything else i understood strictly nothing of, imagining all the mysteries of the world would eventually be answered by some magic word, some secret spell rimbaud had discovered? sometime i'll tell you the story how i ran across rimbaud from my pre-arranged 8th grade girlfriend, betrothed me by my best friend, who i only ran across for the first time since then today! For now I still have to figure out how it all happened to me myself... Some of these stories were lots more intriguing than I would've expected. write again, please...


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i was studying in melbourne,australia, and was living w/ crusties in a large house. listening to dylan and reading h miller, when i finally came across rimbaud. he literally changed mine, and friends of mine's approach to writing, and to life.wonderful


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I first discovered rimbaud's work during my senior year as an undergrad. i was doing research in art history, on 19th century realism, and there appeared the name of paul verlaine, whose name i had read somewhere but couldn't remember. i read verlaine's bio and some of his work. by then i was fascinated, and when i found a link to rimbaud's work... that was the moment of truth. at that moment i wished i had majored in french because i wanted to read and study all his work. i truly identify with rimbaud, and i will never doubt the importance of his work. so what if he was 17? that was over a century ago, and back then they grew up fast. i ended up mentioning him in my paper, although he deserves far more recognition than that. km 2002


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I first ran in to the extrodinary poet rimbaud in a lowly bar in kansas. I am a big fan of jim morrison. I was reading a biography on the lizard king, and came across this name that grabbed my attention. As I smoked my cig and took a sip of cold coors. I read how Jim quoted him time after time. "a derangement of all the senses" "playing tricks on insanity" I soon realized that though jim is special in the depths of my poetic eye. It was rimbaud that showed jim the path to "ride the snake" It was rimbaud that jim was trying so tribally to become on the stage of the whiskey a go-go. I was in a frenzy of hot possiblities after reading the complete works of rimbaud. He took me places that I had so desperately been looking for. He was born in those places, or so it seemed. I had to follow the lead of my new found idle. i had to get out of that small kansas town and just plainly experience. I started to drink the thirst of writing into my belly where it has now become a part of me. I now find myself in the southwest tip of the free world. Happy I found the immortal rimbaud...


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Around three months ago: I was visiting my grandfather and found a little book lying around his house. Baudelaire's prose works, i borrowed it without opening it. When i got home and went to bed i readone page. It was like glorious doors was beeing opend inside my head. The next time I visited my grandfather he told my about Baudelaire and Rimbaud, beeing from Norway I did not take the pronouncement right away and checked out "Rhambau" or something like that on the net, without result. Reading about Baudelaire I came over a strange bloke by the name Arthur Rimbaud, a person with an amazing biography. Beeing fond of Beautiful people(like Baudelaire and A.R) i found him facinating. Then "aha" Its the same bloke that my grandfather have told me about. Then i visited my grandfather for a third time (a month ago) and he had found a translation of Rimbaud(1943) by (the famous artist Edvard Munchs bestfriend) Rudolf Stene. Though beeing an TRANSLATION with alot of political and religious corrections since it was translated in norway during the fourties and during a world war. I found his poems quite good, and since i am around the same age that Rimbaud was when he wrote his poems it was interesting to read them. Then later I used one of his poems as an introduction for a school assigment, I read the poem after writing it down. Then I just had to read it again and again and again. He was in my blood now. He struck me without warning, Like baudelaire I started out unaware of the power that poetry can have. The shadows that draws his poetry are small abysses, that i keep falling down into. Glorius, beatiful, holy abysses. I can stay down there for hours, days. in his darkness i care for nothing else than his beautiful words.


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Vient de paraître aux Editions Les Mains Secrètes Rimbaud et l'Algérie Auteur: Hédi Abdel-Jaouad (hjaouad @skidmore.edu) "Si Rimbaud et ses pérégrinations en Arabie, au Yemen, en Abyssinie ont fait couler beaucoup d’encre, si ses Ardennes natales ont alimenté autant d’analyses que ses escales en Belgique, en Hollande ou en Angleterre, rarement a-t-on évoqué son Algérie. Une Algérie à la fois mythique, historique et symbolique qui figure pourtant bel et bien dans l’imaginaire poétique de Rimbaud. On trouve en effet, au coeur de son fantasme algérien, un superbe poème de première jeunesse et peu connu, Jugurtha, du nom du héros légendaire qui incarna la résistance numide-berbère aux envahisseurs romains. Dans ce poème, Rimbaud actualise la légende aux fins d’illustrer une autre résistance, celle de l’Emir Abdelkader en lutte contre les Français! Du haut de ses quatorze ans, Arthur Rimbaud prend le parti de l’Algérie contre la France. Il y malmène, comble d’ironie en latin, le double mythe de l’Afrique romaine et de l’Algérie française avec un humour larvé mais féroce. Tout en s’appuyant sur la poétique traditionnelle, celle de Salluste et Virgile notamment, Rimbaud tente déjà, dans Jugurtha, une poésie visuelle-visionnaire, prémices de sa théorie de la Voyance. L’Algérie a été surtout, pour Rimbaud, un espace affectif intimement lié au fantasme du père absent. Vétéran de la conquête de l’Algérie, puis chef du Bureau arabe de Sebdou, Frédéric Rimbaud-père aurait été témoin des dernières chevauchées de l’Emir Abdelkader et, peut-être, de sa reddition. Mais il aura été, assurément, le catalyseur de la fascination que son fils éprouve pour l’Afrique et l’Orient. Enfin, si l’Algérie a nourri l’imaginaire poétique de Rimbaud, ce dernier aura en retour laissé des traces dans la poésie algérienne et arabe. Son influence, sur les poètes d’expression française notamment, dure et perdure chez ceux qui voient en lui non seulement un des premiers Français à avoir reconnu le fait national algérien, mais aussi et surtout, le révolté radical, "l’homme aux sandales de caoutchouc", selon l'expression de Kateb Yacine." SOMMAIRE: Introduction: Rimbaud Le Barbare I. De la Numidie romaine à l’Algérie française: la résurgence du mythe latin II. Rimbaud ou l’envers du mythe latin III. "Quantum Numidae Romanum risimus urbem" ou l’intertexte sallustien. IV. "Tu Jugurtha eris" ou l’intertexte virgilien IV. "J’ai les Châtiments sous la main" ou l'intertexte hugolien V. "Rimbaldus noster…" ou l’épigraphe balzacienne VI. L’Algérie symbolique ou la première "Parade sauvage" VII. --Lecture cabalistique --Lecture anagrammatique VIII. L’ombre de Frédéric Rimbaud, chef du Bureau arabe à Sebdou --A la recherche du père perdu --Tel père tel fils --"Je songeais à mon père parfois…" --Prosopopée et idéologie --Jugurtha, c'est moi! IX. "Il est certain que Rimbaud, lui, s’en foutait d’être un Maghrébin au Harrar": Le mythe de Rimbaud dans les lettres algériennes d'écriture française Conclusion: Al-jazaïr et Bar Adjam: l'Afrique entre père et fils Appendices -Réception de Rimbaud en langue arabe _"Jugurtha", version arabe Bibiliographie Index des noms Notes


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I met Arthur for the first time 10 years ago . I was 14 and I was (and still am) a fan of the doors. I just read Morrison´s Wilderness for I was very impressed by his songtexts. I wanted to read everything Morrison had read to understand his poetry fully and so I searched for an edition of Rimbaud at our little city libary. I found a reclam´s edition in french and german of Une Saison en Enfer. Une Saison en Enfer was an illumination. the first sentences struck me like lightning: Jadis, si je me souviens bien, ma vie était un festin oú s´ouvraient tous le coeurs, oú tous les vins coulaient. Un soir, j´ai assis la Beauté sur mes genoux. Et je l´ai trouvée amére. Et je l´ai injuriée. Do I have to add, it was love at first sight. And when I finally layed down the book and took a deep shaky breath, recovering from the impact his words had made on my mind, I bet he was sitting there across the room grinning broadly. Arthur has accompanied me for 10 years now - and I still feel like a lovestruck teenager everytime I read his wonderful poetry. Leandra


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I had heard about the mysterious poet and voyant arthur Rimbaud in the writings of the beats and in studying painting in 19th century France. But when the world of Rimbaud really seized me was when I was leafing through a copy of his collected works by Wallace fowlie, and I came across the poem "The Drunken Boat". I felt a series of switchboards go off in my senses as I read through the first few quatrains, and when I reached the line: "Sweeter than the flesh of hard apples is to children", and then, "and washed me, of spots of Blue wine", I felt I had discovered some lost source. That someone had written down all these things I had felt and seen but that I never knew could be so readily expressed. I read rimbaud quite religiously for about a year, memorizing, imitating, more and more involved with the powerful subconscious that I considered a lost world regained. I finally had to sever my ties with him though, I was getting sucked down into the same hell where he dissapeared. Occasionally, I glimpse a book of his in a bookstore, or enter his name into the google search, just to see if he is still around, like a friend who has traveled far off. To end I will write some of my favorite lines of his poetry: No longer can I, Bathed in your langour, O waves Follow in the wake of the cotton boats Nor cross through the pride of flags and flames Nor swim under the terrible eyes of prison ships So long Tony


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sitting around and growing bored one day i read about jim morrison from a yerning to be "cool"- he was "cool" ( iwas only 16) then got his name took a look at another book, saw his picture and those blue angelic eyes and thought , yeah hes cool too, kinda rebellious, kinda dark and bright at the same time and he wears the same clothes as me and the same hairstyle..poetically the words are brilliant someone else said below that he writes as a movie, images, being of the artistically minded i realte to images in poetry and who the fuck wants to hear about a feild of daffodils anyway? hes a brillaint rat, hes a shamed dole bluder, hes a gay lover, hes a 50's biker in leather jacket, hes a romantic re-vision of the fallen angel, he's the sensitive new age male without the pretences and 150 years before it became fashionable, he's a junkie and fucks sheep, hes somewhere just past the city limits sitting under a huge oak smoking and peering at the city lights in the sunset.


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sitting around and growing bored one day i read about jim morrison from a yerning to be "cool"- he was "cool" ( iwas only 16) then got his name took a look at another book, saw his picture and those blue angelic eyes and thought , yeah hes cool too, kinda rebellious, kinda dark and bright at the same time and he wears the same clothes as me and the same hairstyle..poetically the words are brilliant someone else said below that he writes as a movie, images, being of the artistically minded i realte to images in poetry and who the fuck wants to hear about a feild of daffodils anyway? hes a brillaint rat, hes a shamed dole bluder, hes a gay lover, hes a 50's biker in leather jacket, hes a romantic re-vision of the fallen angel, he's the sensitive new age male without the pretences and 150 years before it became fashionable, he's a junkie and fucks sheep, hes somewhere just past the city limits sitting under a huge oak smoking and peering at the city lights in the sunset. scott


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because robi draco rosa


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First meeting: on a scruffy second-hand photocopy handed out by my french teacher, who proceded to read "Ma Boheme" with as much sensitivity as a coal scuttle. Still fell in love with him. I even forgave my teacher.


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if anyone hears this--- I have a copy of drunken boat and season in hell, with a very interesting cover photo. unfortunately, the editors failed to mention the name or author of this photo. It is a black and white underdeveloped photo of a man on his knees throwing his arms in the air, in front of a window or mirror. Anyway, if anyone knows this picture, maybe you let me know who/what it is. thank you sjs1701@yahoo.com


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dear friends of rimbaud,i'm happy to find a site like this in the fucking comercial internet,I dont have much to say,at first i heard of rimbaud from an indipendet film(where none of rimbaud poems are read),the first poem that i read was ophelie,thank you again .parid in behalf of RIMBAUD; merde merde merde merde merde jusque infinite...


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This is probably not going to be of interest to anything and, personally I don't care if my story proves to have the affects of tylonal PM. Anyway, I'm sitting at my computer with my "Rimbaud Binder" (everything of or relating to Rimbaud that I've gathered over the last 4 1/2 years) and being forced to think back to the day that I met him. AHHH!! It's probably too early in the morning for thought, however, this is my attempt. Please excuse any spelling mistakes. It was 1998 and I was in one of my "phases." For me a phase wasn't blue hair or numerous piercings. I was trying to expend my knowledge. I used to pick a word and a person from my dictionary and study them. This served to get me out of the house and away from my parents. It was a bad year, my mom's boyfriend was both trying to get into my pants and slapping me around on a regular basis and I desparately needed something to do with my time that didn't involve school, home or babysitting. So, I went to the library armed with a word I can't remember and "Arthur Rimbaud" written on a piece of paper. I went right to the encyclopedias (a good place to get a starting point for research). I read about him and ended up photocopying that article (I know that it's illegal because of copy right laws but I did it anyway and I still have it too, but if I haven't gotten in shit yet I probably never will). Anyway, I photocopied that article and then spent the rest of the afternoon printing off his poems and paying 15 cents per sheet of paper. I went home broke when the library closed, but that didn't matter to me. I liked the poems, I didn't understand everything (I won't pretend to now either because I don't believe anyone can fully understand anyone's work. Point: I didn't write it so I can't completely understand it). Anyway, I taped Total Eclipse off of the satillite (didn't like it all that much but hey! I taped the 1 hour long French movie on him and I don't even know French!). So, ever since then I've grabbed everything I could about him. Half the fun being the research and the other half being the reading and appreciating portion. And that's how I met Arthur Rimbaud.


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I recently saw a French flick (video) where Rimbaud's poetry was mentioned in the context of "enchantment". I have been unable to locate the poem. Does anyone "out there" know of an index where I might discovery it. I would appreciate any help offered. Theodore Richards, 4/30/2002, fingers@erienet.net


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The first time I found out about RIMBAUD WAS WHEN i READ jAMES O'BARRS GRAPHIC WORK "THE CROW" WHICH INCLUDES TWO PEICES OF RIMBUAD.PREVIOUSLY I HAD ONLY READ ENLGISH. NEW ZEALND AND AMERICAN POETRY, IT WAS THAT GRAPHIC NOVEL THAT GAVE ME ACCES TO PEOPLE SUCH AS RIMBAUD, VERLAINE, NEITZCHE, BAUDELAIRE , LE ROY AND MANY OTHERS, THANK YOU JAMES, tAL, TALESIN_X@YAHOO.COM


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Sorry, that wasn't yelling, that was not realising caps lock was on Tal


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My name's Christian Lorenzo, a 17 year old poet. I've crucified my own thoughts, and I'm would be more than glad to guide you through them. I've been writing poetry for a while, but now its a serious thing for me. I'm good, and you might want to look me up. Well........ not yet, in a couple of months, 'cause most of the poetry I've got out there isn't as good as the ones I haven't shown to anyone, nowhere near


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I took some drugs and read some stuff.


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and Rimbaud would hate you all


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Wild Child..... I was a singer with a band and lyrically what I wrote left alot to be desierd...I really liked Jim Morrisons lyrics and wondered who had inspired him to write such contemporary and real lyrics filled with color so it was on my jpurney to discover this..in order to hopefully understand and be a better writer myself..that I discovered arthur rimbaud...the first thing that amazed me about him was his age...he had finished wrting by the time he was 20..which made me think that there are some parents out there that could do a little better with their own children and made me realise that age means nothing when it comes to writing...anyway after reading his works and reading it again and again it helped me forge my own style..his master of vocabular was amazing for his age..through the translations I wrote down words i had never come across before and half of them i couldn't even find in the dictionary...he was a truelly great poet and through learning about him i discovered more about jim morrison and ultimately in the end...myself..which was what I was really searching for in the first place..myself...thankyou arther...


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Wild Child..... I was a singer with a band and lyrically what I wrote left alot to be desierd...I really liked Jim Morrisons lyrics and wondered who had inspired him to write such contemporary and real lyrics filled with color so it was on my jpurney to discover this..in order to hopefully understand and be a better writer myself..that I discovered arthur rimbaud...the first thing that amazed me about him was his age...he had finished wrting by the time he was 20..which made me think that there are some parents out there that could do a little better with their own children and made me realise that age means nothing when it comes to writing...anyway after reading his works and reading it again and again it helped me forge my own style..his master of vocabular was amazing for his age..through the translations I wrote down words i had never come across before and half of them i couldn't even find in the dictionary...he was a truelly great poet and through learning about him i discovered more about jim morrison and ultimately in the end...myself..which was what I was really searching for in the first place..myself...thankyou arther...


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i WAS WANDERING THROUGH THE LIBRARY, SMELLING BOOKS AS i ALWAYS DO, AVOIDING THE YELLOW PATCHES OF "DIRTY DAYLIGHT" ON THE CARPETS THROUGH THE TALL WINDOWS. aND i CAME ACROSS A BOOK THAT SMELT PARTICULARLY WELL, AND ON IT'S COVER WAS A LINE OF FRENCH...I CAN READ ONLY BITS OF FRENCH, BUT THIS i IMMEDIATELY READ..."UNE SAISON EN ENFER". a SEASON IN HELL. hOW COULD i RESIST A BOOK WITH A TITLE MORE MORIBUND THEN tHE fLOWERS OF eVIL? aND i HAVE NEVER LIKED PROSE POETRY, BUT HIS i LOVED, AND BEFORE aRTHUR rIMBAUD MY OWN PEOTRY (i'M SEVENTEEN NOW) WAS CLEAN AND LYRIC, WHICH SOME OF IT STILL IS...BUT i HAVE LEARNED TO FIND MIRACULOUS THINGS IN FILTH AND SHADOWS, AND FILTH AND SHADOWS IN MIRACULOUS THINGS. bUT IT DOESN'T MAKE ME BITTER. oNLY...WELL ROUNDED?


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mY nAME IS cHRIS rOBIDEAUX AND MY FIRST EXPERIENCE WITH THE NAME AND PERSON OF aRTHUR rIMBAUD WAS WHILE READING THE jIM MORRISON BIOGRAPHY "NO ONE HERE GETS OUT ALIVE" ABOUT 1990 OR SO. THE BOOK WAS MENTIONING SOME OF MORRISON'S EARLY AND SIGNIFICANT IDOLS, AND I WAS QUITE TAKEN THEN BY THIS PERSON WHO HAD GIVEN UP LITERATURE ALTOGETHER AT THE AGE OF TWENTY TO MAKE FOR AFRICA AND TRADING AND GUN RUNNING. IT'S FUNNY HOW CONNECTED THINGS ARE - PEOPLE BEING THE BEST EXAMPLE OF THIS. LIKE INFLUENCES LIKE, BEGETS LIKE THINGS. I BELIEVE A GOOD PART OF THE REASON I AM A POET NOW IS LARGELY DUE TO BOTH MORRISON AND RIMBAUD (aS WELL AS A PLETHORA OF OTHER DEPARTED MASTERS.) BUT THOSE TWO HAVE PERHAPS THE LARGER PART OF THE PSYCHOLOGICAL INFLUENCE ON MY POETRY. BUT THIS ISN'T ABOUT ME. ARTHUR RIMBAUD WAS ONE OF THE MOST FASCINATING HUMAN BEINGS OF ALL HISTORY, IN MY OPINION. GRAHAM ROBB'S BIOGRAPHY ON HIM, "RIMBAUD," IS WORTH SEVERAL READS TO ANYONE WHO APPRECIATES POETRY, ADVENTURE, HISTORICAL PERSPECTIVE, AND WORLD TRAVEL. HE WAS UNIQUE IN THE ANNALS OF BOTH POETRY, AND, LATER, GEOGRAPHICAL EXPLORATION. HE WAS A TRUE EXPLORER OF HUMAN POTENTIAL. HIS TRAGIC AND UNTIMELY END AT AGE THIRTY-SEVEN ECHOES THE MYTHOPOEIC TRAGEDY THAT SEEMS ENDEMIC IN THE SOULS OF THE TRULY GREAT. BUT HE SEEMS MORE ALIVE THAN EVER...


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I came accross THIS WEB PAGE AFTER READING ABOUT WHAT INSPIRED JIM MORRISON


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FIRST OF ALL, i´D LIKE TO APOLOGIZE PREVIOUSLY FOR ANY GRAMATICAL MISTAKES I MAY COMMIT IN THIS TEXT: THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE´S STILL RATHER STRANGE FOR ME. I FIRST READ ABOUT ARTHUR RIMBAUD ON A BOOK ABOUT THE BRAZILLIAN POET VINICIUS DE MORAES, IMPORTANT FIGURE ON BRAZILLIAN SIMBOLISM. HE LOVED RIMBAUD, AND I REMEMBER READING ThESE WORDS: "RIMBAUD IS the greatest of all", obviously refering to poets. for being an enthusiastic on de moraes poetry, i bought " a season in hell" and "iluminations", and, honestly, found a treasure where i thought there would be nothing but dust. later, bought several books that analizaded both his poetry´s esthethic features and the highs an lows of his life. today, reading rimbaud´s incredible and filled with life verses injects new blood in my veins and new energy in my mind... I guess trying to describe these sensations is an exercise in futility... Fortunately i believe you who are reading this has experienced the same feeling that your world gets bigger as you finish rimbaud´s poems; and i don´t think they´ll ever going to end... hudson de lima rabelo uberlândia, minas gerais - brazil


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well i send you this message from iran-tehran. my name is ali mahdavi and i am an industrial engineer. i am an author too and i translated all of jim morrison,s lyrics to persian(farsi) . this book published in iran about a year ago and satisfied the doors,s fans. i want you to send me some of cool sites about artur rimbaud poetries in english which has online and free poetries of this philosopher,please. my e mail is: doors@myself.com (the address is "not" in capital ) . thanks


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I have been a Bob Dylan fan for a number of years, and first heard about Rimbaud in the song "You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go." I wondered what the lines "relationships have all been bad, mine have been like verlaines and rimbaud" meant, and ended up discovering the poetry of Arthur Rimbaud.


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"I was first introduced to Arthur Rimbaud´s poetry when I was a child. I was on 6th grade, I remember, and there was this young man outside the school every day spendig some time selling fruits; my friends and I used to buy him some fruits and he always had a story to tell us; each story was about a special character...it was always a writter either a poet character. He loved Rimbaud´s works and recited some of his poems. The last time I saw him he recited some parts of The Drunken Boat and I started searching for Rimbaud´s works. He never came to the school again. It was one of those strange characters that suddenly arrive and change your mind instantly. The funny thing is that I don´t remember his face or his voice, only the poems from Rimbaud that he recited"


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"I was first introduced to Arthur Rimbaud´s poetry when I was a child. I was on 6th grade, I remember, and there was this young man outside the school every day spendig some time selling fruits; my friends and I used to buy him some fruits and he always had a story to tell us; each story was about a special character...it was always a writter either a poet character. He loved Rimbaud´s works and recited some of his poems. The last time I saw him he recited some parts of The Drunken Boat and I started searching for Rimbaud´s works. He never came to the school again. It was one of those strange characters that suddenly arrive and change your mind instantly. The funny thing is that I don´t remember his face or his voice, only the poems from Rimbaud that he recited"


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If anybody has taken the time to read most of these bullshit views of how they met the boy poet Jaun Nicholas Arthur Rimbaud, it is absolutely shocking to see so much disrespect for the maddning dedication and devotion seered to the max for his poetry. People must understand that there is only one Rimbaud and that's all their ever will be, still inspiring for the forevers after uor time.comprende.. As much as i'd like to meet Rimbaud in person, it just didn't happen in this lifetime, however i did get to meet the work he left behind. How i really came across it was my stepsister and i went and got some videos one night and we picked the movie "Total Eclipse". We chose it because it basically had Leo on the cover and did not know he had starred in any true stories before. Anyway through out the entire movie i was totally confused, i just couldn't understand what it was based on except that these two fagits kept parading around Europe. And that was that not that i have anything against fagits i mean i prefer women to men anyday. So to carry on well a year or so later whilst i was out on the town suddenly it just occurred to me, fuck i wander what that movie was really about, so i hired it again and thoroughly watched, then finally i understood, i began to see more into the movie after dozen times liked the way it portrayed the relationship between the lovers, it captivated me. i began to research Rimbaud always intrigued and never bored. I would love to celebrate his life by going to Charleville in 2004 for the Arthue Rimbaud festival and also escapading to Africa for my own experience more. He is a true poet, slightly mad too but we love him for it..i raise my glass of absinthe to Rimbauds sun, the light of his work.!!


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Okay, don't laugh at me here, but.................I was going on a long trip and needed a book to read. I ran into the local bookstore, and found a copy of a jim morrison bio. I wasn't particularly into the doors or anything, but i love music, and i enjoy reading ppl's bios. anyway it got to the part where jim found out about rimbaud. it had some excerpts printed from rimbaud's writings, and it immediatedly struck a chord. the next time the bus stopped (in oxford) i got a copy of his poems and a copy of the graham robb bio. the rest, as they say, is history.


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Hello! i AM IN A ROCK BAND. I FIRST CAME ACROSS RIMBAUD IN MY TEENAGE YEARS AND I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO FORGET IT. I TRY TO LIVE ACCORDING TO HIS PRINCIPLES (BEHAVING LIKE A SPOILT BRAT, BEING UNHAPPY, CAUSING HORROR, NOT RESPECTING ANYONE, GETTING DRUNK AND BEING CORRUPT). I ALSO TRY TO BRING THE CREED TO EVERYONE I MEET, THO' I DO NOT MEET MANY PEOPLE BECAUSE I AM NOT VERY MUCH LIKED. THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SHARE THIS MOMENT, NICK.


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I met rimbaud while waiting to meet a lover. I never met them. He lay modestly drunk beneath a heap of articles written by over zealous young blooded men with a flavour for women and rebellion, lifes deadly combination. he was crushed and limp when I removed the trash from his o'er his shoulders his face was blue from lack of air and the neglected cold.i took him and cared to him,i fed him whiskey and wheat and he fed me tales and tales.I need not look to be loved now. neil ..................... pisseasy@hotmail.com


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I'm in love with brett Whiteley's work. i think he is one of the most amazing and original painters i have ever seen. Resently after reserching more on brett whiteley i discovered his love for the poet, Arthur rimbaud. I discovered that he was a very talented poet.


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I think Rimbaud was recommended to me by a friend. I acquired a translation of his work from a local book store. The book sat waiting for me in my shelf for three years. I was about to go an a trip overseas and needed a book to occupy me during the long flight. I took Rimbaud with me. I was inspired. I took him to the hotel in London with me, the train ride through the tunnel into Paris. And I finished my book on a park bench while looking up at the towers of Notradame. While reading I could feel Rimbaud with me. And I still can feel him when I think of his words or read them over again and again. Especially while reading a Season in Hell. At the end of my trip in Rome I met a group of others like me traveling and looking for inspiration on the trains in Europe. In the group I met another a shy and lonely girl, not unlike myself. I gave her my book and introduced her to my beautiful young companion. Knowing she would fell his presence on her journey as did I. Now when I am feeling lonely I like to find my dark companion and relax with a kindred spirit. rideapinkcow@aol.com


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I think Rimbaud was recommended to me by a friend. I acquired a translation of his work from a local book store. The book sat waiting for me in my shelf for three years. I was about to go an a trip overseas and needed a book to occupy me during the long flight. I took Rimbaud with me. I was inspired. I took him to the hotel in London with me, the train ride through the tunnel into Paris. And I finished my book on a park bench while looking up at the towers of Notradame. While reading I could feel Rimbaud with me. And I still can feel him when I think of his words or read them over again and again. Especially while reading a Season in Hell. At the end of my trip in Rome I met a group of others like me traveling and looking for inspiration on the trains in Europe. In the group I met another a shy and lonely girl, not unlike myself. I gave her my book and introduced her to my beautiful young companion. Knowing she would fell his presence on her journey as did I. Now when I am feeling lonely I like to find my dark companion and relax with a kindred spirit. rideapinkcow@aol.com


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You people know nothing. breath less indignant and you might hear your own breath. you cannot find answers in any comfort received by involvement of any meaning not contrived by anything outside of you own thoughts. You all make me sick. reality exists only in how you manipulate it. ask yourself this, "what is it i shall be today?" what you encounter is the question that burns in the bluest of flames; answers are backwards and questions are answers. fuck this shit, and fuck all of you.


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Your gonna make me lonsome when you go... It was a musical discovery.


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A friend told me about a rimbaud web-site: http://www.mistress-of-folklore.com There is a story there about meeting rimbaud that kept me laughing for hours - it was late at night, so I worried that that much food for thought could not possibly be good for me. but i went back to the site 1st thing in the morning, & now find myself seeking-out information on rimbaud.


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I MET ARTHUR WHEN I WAS 16. LOOKING AROUND FOR SOME KIND OF INSPIRATION I MANAGED TO RUN RIGHT INTO DESTINY. AND MAYBE, IT WILL ALL PAY OFF IN THE END. THE LIFESTYLES WE LEAD AND THE END RESULTS NOT TOO FAR OFF HAND; WILL ONE DAY TEACH ME WHAT I'VE MISSED. SO I LEAD EACH SECOUND OF MY LIFE NOW NOT MISSING A SINGLE BEAT. LIKE THE SUN AND THE MOON RESISTING EACH PASSING SECOUND. LETTING THE LIGHT ALONE GUIDE ME TO PERFECTION. ERIKA


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I MET ARTHUR WHEN I WAS 16. LOOKING AROUND FOR SOME KIND OF INSPIRATION I MANAGED TO RUN RIGHT INTO DESTINY. AND MAYBE, IT WILL ALL PAY OFF IN THE END. THE LIFESTYLES WE LEAD AND THE END RESULTS NOT TOO FAR OFF HAND; WILL ONE DAY TEACH ME WHAT I'VE MISSED. SO I LEAD EACH SECOUND OF MY LIFE NOW NOT MISSING A SINGLE BEAT. LIKE THE SUN AND THE MOON RESISTING EACH PASSING SECOUND. LETTING THE LIGHT ALONE GUIDE ME TO PERFECTION. ERIKA


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I MET ARTHUR WHEN I WAS 16. LOOKING AROUND FOR SOME KIND OF INSPIRATION I MANAGED TO RUN RIGHT INTO DESTINY. AND MAYBE, IT WILL ALL PAY OFF IN THE END. THE LIFESTYLES WE LEAD AND THE END RESULTS NOT TOO FAR OFF HAND; WILL ONE DAY TEACH ME WHAT I'VE MISSED. SO I LEAD EACH SECOUND OF MY LIFE NOW NOT MISSING A SINGLE BEAT. LIKE THE SUN AND THE MOON RESISTING EACH PASSING SECOUND. LETTING THE LIGHT ALONE GUIDE ME TO PERFECTION. ERIKA


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first i met emilly.... i heard about rimbaud several years ago... but i never read it... emilly loves "the drunken boat" and she told me about it... the next day i took two rimbaud's books from the library and i read them... i love his poems... i feel like he was writing about my life... thank you rimbaud... thank you emilly....


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Actually, I was looking up the Deisel clothing site and they had a woman in the background saying a poem. I thought it was very unique and clicked on where it said creidits. It said "Tale" by Authur Rimbaud so, I did some reasearch on him and here I am. I was a bit shocked when I first read some of his things and when I found out that he was between 15 and 19 when he wrote them, i was taken back. Though I don't agree with the way he lived his life, i do enjoy reading his work and will read more in the future.


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Actually, I was looking up the Deisel clothing site and they had a woman in the background saying a poem. I thought it was very unique and clicked on where it said creidits. It said "Tale" by Authur Rimbaud so, I did some reasearch on him and here I am. I was a bit shocked when I first read some of his things and when I found out that he was between 15 and 19 when he wrote them, i was taken back. Though I don't agree with the way he lived his life, i do enjoy reading his work and will read more in the future.


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Hello all, when I was a child there was a book of all Rimbaud's poetries in verses im my house, and I had a couple of looks. But I started really liking the poet at high school when we spent a good two months studying his works at French classes (I am a French speaker). I suspect I was among the few in the class to enjoy that, the others seemed to think that it was some nonsense not worthy of spending much time! I have since then taken Rimbaud's book with me in many occasions, especially in the military, I have learned a couple of his poems by memory, and many of his verses and sentences come back in my thoughts in many situations of life. I trust that the wealth of meaning, ideas and visions contained in Rimbaud's work can inspire someone for their whole life, and will continue to do so for many generations to come. Philippe Cuenoud, Geneva (Switzerland)


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I discovered Rimbaud mostly during French classes at high school - I am a French speaker - though I had read some of his poems when I was a child. I must have been the only interested one in the class - the others thought it was utter rubbish! I have since then taken Rimbaud's book with me on many occasions, especially in the military. Many of his verses and sentences are actually alive in my soul, and pop up occasionally in situations where they apply. May he continue to be a companion for those who go through a (several) season(s) in hell! Philippe Cuenoud Geneva (Switzerland)


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met my 1st adventurist friend at age 22 (1977) via a shared obsession w/ bob dylan. she was going to college...i was doing nothing...used to ride to campus w/ her & hang in library. @ that time dylan did a "rolling stone" interview within which he quoted the paragraph from rimbaud's letter to his teacher before embarking to paris....his philosophy of poetry '''i para-phrase as: to become a poet one must make oneself a seer......a visionary......one must become the great thief, the great criminal, the extreme..........one must nurture ones self no matter how horrible was the essence..............and if one is driven mad by these visions...at least he has seen them........this as fate or destiny was and is the map print of my soul....i have no idea how i came across this site but the memory is eternal sipping absynthe at the cabaret vert.....................


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I mET RIMBAUD THROUGH JIM MORRISON! i LOVE THE DOORS AND MORRISON IN PARTICULAR. I READ THAT RIMBAUD WAS HIS FAVOURITE POET AND SO I WENT LOOKING. NEEDLESS TO SAY, I WASNT DISAPPOINTED. I HAVE BEEN A LOYAL READER AFTER THAT. ALL THANKS TO JIM! -dIVYA, iNDIA.


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I mET RIMBAUD THROUGH JIM MORRISON! i LOVE THE DOORS AND MORRISON IN PARTICULAR. I READ THAT RIMBAUD WAS HIS FAVOURITE POET AND SO I WENT LOOKING. NEEDLESS TO SAY, I WASNT DISAPPOINTED. I HAVE BEEN A LOYAL READER AFTER THAT. ALL THANKS TO JIM! -dIVYA, iNDIA.


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MY FATHER GAVE ME A COPY OF THE DRUNKEN BOAT TO HELP COMPLETE MY EDUCATION. I WHISPERED THE LINES TO MYSELF IN THE MUSEUM WHERE I WORK, ROCKING BACK AND FORTH A LITLE. I CARRIED THE BOOK AROUND FOR A WEEK AT LEAST. I WANT TO HANG IT ON THE WALL NEXT TO THE PAINTINGS OF FRIENDS.


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I am a twenty one year old student of the french language at a small liberal arts college in Illinois. When I was about seventeen, I took a trip out to San Francisco to see some friends. While there, I insisted that we make a trip to City Lights, Lawerence Ferleghetti's bookstore. I don't to this day quite know why my hand fell on a thin, yellow jacketed copy of Rimbaud's works, but from that moment forth I was absolutely blasted. Rimbaud, it seemed, and I know this has been said before, was quite simply a god of all things adolescent. The the sincerity, and the heartfelt rage, disappointment, hope and resigned cynicism that seemed to come out of his poems floored me. Since then, I have actually gone out to Charleville twice to meet the translator of the edition (which I still carry faithfully in my bookbag). The man's name is Bertrand Mathieu, and he is a fine poet in his own right and one of the only translators, in my own humble opinion, to have perhaps fleetingly captured a moment of the raw vivacity of the rimbaldian poetic idiom (chok full, especially the verse work of the spring of 1871, of regionalisms, neologisms and, often medical terminology) in the american language. I normally would not go out and "faire de la pub" for anyone, but, honestly, Mathieu's work, although sometimes, approximate, is unparalled. It, I can say, certainly did change my life.


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i was given arthurs complete works by my boyfriend. being a gay youth i instantly found identification. we were the same age and had the same outlook on life. i had found who myself from a previous time. the scandal with mr. verlaine and himself was intriguing (YES, THE VOYEURISTIC SIDE OF MYSELF TOOK OVER AND I INDULGED MYSELF WITH A HOMOSEXUAL TALE FROM YESTERYEAR) IT SEEMED TO ME AS IF RIMBAUD WAS ENDURING THE SAME EXACT THINGS THAT I WAS. I FOUND HIS POEMS TO BE THE MOST INSIGHTFUL I HAD READ SINCE THOSE OF MR. OSCAR WILDE (YES, ANOTHER HOMOSEXUAL POET...SEE A PATTERN YET?) ANYWAYS..TO SHORTEN THIS UP, AND DISGRACE MR RIMBAUD EVEN FURTHER WITH MY INSIPID WRITING, HE WAS A BRILLIANT YOUNG MAN, WHO SHALL REMAIN ONE OF MY FAVORITE POETS AND INFLUENCE MY LIFE UNTIL THE DAY I PASS ON. mAY MY WORKS BE AS INSPIRING AS HIS...


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the first book i read of a.rimbaud was "une saison en enfer". i can say that it was the first poet who does not follow the others way. he has his own way of writing poetry and of as far as i can say the things that he is writing are coming directly from his soul. he has influence my life cause he showed me that life is short so we have to enjoy her as much as we can, because we will become miserable and that we should be as much true as we can in our life without caring about the "have to" of the society. thanks for giving me th9is possability. panos from greece


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I found out about him from my french ex. I thought I was a genius but have always struggled to prove it. Rimbauld didn't have that problem. I was taking alot of drugs at the time and (in conjunction with my discovery of a new artist, R.) I had a nervous breakdown, which was probably (in retrospect) the best thing that ever happened to me. I can't pretend to have understood his poems infact my concentration has usualy migrated elsewhere after 3 or 4 lines, but who cares.


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I ain't thick, my cock is. the shock is, my pockets.. are empty


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I ain't thick, my cock is. the shock is, my pockets... are empty.


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lol damn.. cant understand that adoration you have for a depraved dead teen! anyway.. a bunch of stupid comments i read on here... Please.. come back to earth people!!! i laughed a lot to : "I first met rimbaud in 1961 in connection with President Kennedy's Panel on Mental Retardation. I was an instructor at the University, in the fall of 1961, when he was visiting the Institute. I actually met arthur in a Philippino Disco in Hong Kong in 1996. I made sure I flew to Hong Kong as much as possible, so I could get to know him better and possibly form a lasting relationship. I first met rimbaud so briefly on a subway train. . "I met rimbaud just one week before my 15th birthday. He was 17. We were just two kids". After we first met on http://members.tripod.com/RoadSide6/frames.html we emailed each other for about a month and began speaking by phone. That lasted for another month until we finally decided to add our story." and "My car broke down in a little town on the edge of the Nevada desert and I went to the john in the men's room and there was a tattered book by rimbaud and nobody else needed to use the crapper so i stayed there a while and read some of it. when i got done i noticed there wasn';t any toilet tissue, so i wiped my ass with it." lol A site of total idiots here academic_bastard


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I was the loneliest stale bastard I knew wehn I stubbled accross Rimbaud. I had spent two years in the wastelands of Florida, had run away to England, attempted suicide, and had returned to the USA entirely lost and alone. I felt no connection whatsoever with people. It's all good, It's all one, were meaningless to me. I drank, hid away and read. T.S. Eliot, Bukowski, Ellison, Kerouac, Miller, these guys were my pals. This was during the late 80's, my peers were grooming them selves for a life of money and success, and I was wishing for a quiet death. Rimabaud. Une Season en enfer. How that boy sang to me accross the century and dark Atlantic. I seated beauty... I cursed her... I fled. This boy was giving voice to the demons that were pulling me down. I was impotent, in a spiritual vacumn. I suffered, yet was caught in the web of futility, and this guy was singing in the void. Such strength and dignity. He screamed at life, cursed and pleaded. Alas, he too, crumbled and spent the remaining years stummbling accross Africa, breathing yet dead.


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I purchased Illuminations at city lights bookstore in san francisco in 1973. It was my first txperience with rimbaud. after purchasing it, i boarded a bus and began reading on the way to my home in san francisco. during the ride, a stranger walked up to me and said, "that's a dangerous book you're reading. if you read it and understand it, you will go insane." needless to say...


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I love Rimbaud, that´s all. i live in paraná, brazil. send ME A mail , if you love him, too: RIMBLAKE@BOL.COM.BR


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(hrmm.. wierd...For some reason I was expecting to hear about alot of leathery, shameful, sexual endeavours on this page.. What am I at? :p) I'm kidding! I'm happy to hear that so many people my age have found Rimbaud and champion his work as much as I.. seems he's become a bit of a local god to us angsty teens and I think that should bother me.. but it Doesn't.. The man speaks to his peers like no one else has ever done. What an accomplishment! I came across Artie last year around my birthday (sweet sixteen..). I had heard the name quite a few times before and his story was nothing less than enthralling.. I guess it had boiled down to the matter of actually finding something that he had written (am I the only one who REFUSES to read poetry-regardless of its rarity-on a computer screen...?? ..it realllly irks me for some reason.). The weekend after my birthday I hopped a bus with a wad of cash and went downtown... Totally bypassing "Les flouraisons lepreuses des vieux murs" and heading striaght to wherever I could find a nice copy of my own.. and I was in luck: complete works, selected letters.. mmmmmm-mmm..~! I opened it up to Memoire (STILL my favorite of his..) and it hit me like a ton of bricks.. NOTHING like I had ever read before.. I felt so nasty and empowered.. I wanted to take my cash and just get the hell out of there. Just Run Away! too bad I live on an island.. :( I guess my little Rimbaud craze died off after the summer (when I had spent the rest of my birthday money!), but he'll always have that hold over me.. I dont want to get too dramatic: I'm sure you guys know what I'm talking about... anyvays.. disraeli_gear@hotmail.com Dont be strangers..We Rimbaud fans must have oodles in common!


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I never met him. how could this be possible? i gather from reading some of the other comments certain people believe in transendentalism, especially the fifteen year olds who drink wine while dribbling tired words onto the page. but not to be a bollocks, i will probably go forth in the beetle backed night with the crows, the lung deep ditch of nettle smell and moon on the ear of the seahorse, beneath bulb of my belly blooming to sing vibrations and incantations, to dream of sunflower sprouting from toes and silver molt of memory lunar beside the penis of the damned. I'll probably imagine i am rimbaud too, the precocious little toff.


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THIS IS HOW I met Rimbaud: Ruminations, lamenations, desecrations, I met my soul, drunk black on the sprawling road. I sat there, cast in shadows wondering forward with no hope of going back. sunless, vapid, I struggled on tortise-like hoping providence in magic light would send shivers of transcending light, delivering me from the futile destiny of this soul's seemingly ineffable conclusion. i wrote this after reading some of his poems for the first time, after also reading season in hell, after i watched the doors movie and had a spontaneous overflow of powerfull emotion----marty webb martiew@hotmail.com


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THIS IS HOW I met Rimbaud: Ruminations, lamenations, desecrations, I met my soul, drunk black on the sprawling road. I sat there, cast in shadows wondering forward with no hope of going back. sunless, vapid, I struggled on tortise-like hoping providence in magic light would send shivers of transcending light, delivering me from the futile destiny of this soul's seemingly ineffable conclusion. i wrote this after reading some of his poems for the first time, after also reading season in hell, after i watched the doors movie and had a spontaneous overflow of powerfull emotion----marty webb martiew@hotmail.com


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I was “introduced” to Rimbaud by looking through archived photographs of all of Allen Ginsberg pads - now and again I’d notice the same face framed on the wall at various places where Ginsberg had dwelled or lived. Turned out to be Rimbaud, subsequently found “A Season in Hell” and I’m better for it – and to borrow a line from Yeats, “my gratitude to the unknown instructor” – Rimbaud, I’m happy we met.


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bunch of losers and clowns writing on here!!! how can few words written by a dead queer can put people on such a foggy state? please stop smoking weed! academic_bastard


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I met rimbaud through the experience of reading baudelaire.


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I met rimbaud through the experience of reading baudelaire.


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well, i like gay men, and i like leonardo dicaprio. so i rented total eclipse, and i have a habit of researching movies that i like, and the stories behind them. since this story was based off a true story, i thought the tale behind it would be pretty interesting, and it has been, except i don't speak french, and that put a bit of a damper on things. but such is life.


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well, i like gay men, and i like leonardo dicaprio. so i rented total eclipse, and i have a habit of researching movies that i like, and the stories behind them. since this story was based off a true story, i thought the tale behind it would be pretty interesting, and it has been, except i don't speak french, and that put a bit of a damper on things. but such is life.


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aLL RIGHT. i FIRST HEARD ABOUT RIMBAUD WHEN i WAS DOING SOME RESEARCH ON gINSBERG, AND WAS REALLY INTO THE WHOLE BEAT SCENE. tHIS WAS BACK IN SEVENTH GRADE, IN SLIGHTLY THE MIDDLE OF THE YEAR. READING THE NAME ON THE PAGE MEANT NOTHING IN ITSELF, ALTHOUGH IT HAD A DANGEROUS KIND OF QUALITY THAT I LIKED - SOMETHING ABOUT NEARLY EVERY POSSIBLE VOWEL BEING PRESENT, SEPARATED BY ELEGANT LITTLE GATHERINGS OF CONSONANTS. tHROUGHOUT THE NEXT SEVERAL YEARS, HIS NAME KEPT POPPING UP. tHEN, i GOT MY FIRST JOB: RIGHT ACROSS FROM A bARNES & NOBLE BOOKSTORE. WITH MY FIRST PAYCHECK BURNING A HOLE IN MY POCKET, I WALKED IN AND BROWSED THROUGH THE POETRY SECTION... AND A SLIM LITTLE VOLUME CALLED 'A SEASON IN HELL' CAUGHT MY EYE. I REMEMBERED THE NAME, AND THUMBED THROUGH IT, CURIOUS. AFTERWARD, I COULD BARELY PUT IT DOWN LONG ENOUGH FOR THE CASHIER TO RING IT UP. THEN STRANGER THINGS BEGAN TO HAPPEN. I WORKED THE LATE SHIFT AT THE MOVIES, USUALLY GETTING HOME AT MIDNIGHT OR SO. ONE NIGHT, I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT SLEEP, SO I PUT SOME TEA ON AND CHANNEL SURFED A LITTLE - UNTIL I SAW THAT 'tOTAL eCLIPSE' WAS JUST GOING TO START ON ifC. I SAT AND WATCHED IT FROM BEGINNING TO END. THEN I PICKED UP THE BOOK AND SAT OUTSIDE IN THE MOONLIGHT, JUST HOLDING IT AND SMELLING THE AIR. RIMBAUD HAD BEEN A GENIUS - HE HAD BEEN MY AGE - HE HAD LIVED TO THE POINT OF BEING ON FIRE. NOW MY PLANS ARE TO LEARN FRENCH IN COLLEGE AND DO A TRANSLATION OF MY OWN. bUT REALLY, RIMBAUD DID SOMETHING GREATER FOR ME: HE SHOWED ME WHAT WAS POSSIBLE. -kATE


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aLL RIGHT. i FIRST HEARD ABOUT RIMBAUD WHEN i WAS DOING SOME RESEARCH ON gINSBERG, AND WAS REALLY INTO THE WHOLE BEAT SCENE. tHIS WAS BACK IN SEVENTH GRADE, IN SLIGHTLY THE MIDDLE OF THE YEAR. READING THE NAME ON THE PAGE MEANT NOTHING IN ITSELF, ALTHOUGH IT HAD A DANGEROUS KIND OF QUALITY THAT I LIKED - SOMETHING ABOUT NEARLY EVERY POSSIBLE VOWEL BEING PRESENT, SEPARATED BY ELEGANT LITTLE GATHERINGS OF CONSONANTS. tHROUGHOUT THE NEXT SEVERAL YEARS, HIS NAME KEPT POPPING UP. tHEN, i GOT MY FIRST JOB: RIGHT ACROSS FROM A bARNES & NOBLE BOOKSTORE. WITH MY FIRST PAYCHECK BURNING A HOLE IN MY POCKET, I WALKED IN AND BROWSED THROUGH THE POETRY SECTION... AND A SLIM LITTLE VOLUME CALLED 'A SEASON IN HELL' CAUGHT MY EYE. I REMEMBERED THE NAME, AND THUMBED THROUGH IT, CURIOUS. AFTERWARD, I COULD BARELY PUT IT DOWN LONG ENOUGH FOR THE CASHIER TO RING IT UP. THEN STRANGER THINGS BEGAN TO HAPPEN. I WORKED THE LATE SHIFT AT THE MOVIES, USUALLY GETTING HOME AT MIDNIGHT OR SO. ONE NIGHT, I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT SLEEP, SO I PUT SOME TEA ON AND CHANNEL SURFED A LITTLE - UNTIL I SAW THAT 'tOTAL eCLIPSE' WAS JUST GOING TO START ON ifC. I SAT AND WATCHED IT FROM BEGINNING TO END. THEN I PICKED UP THE BOOK AND SAT OUTSIDE IN THE MOONLIGHT, JUST HOLDING IT AND SMELLING THE AIR. RIMBAUD HAD BEEN A GENIUS - HE HAD BEEN MY AGE - HE HAD LIVED TO THE POINT OF BEING ON FIRE. NOW MY PLANS ARE TO LEARN FRENCH IN COLLEGE AND DO A TRANSLATION OF MY OWN. bUT REALLY, RIMBAUD DID SOMETHING GREATER FOR ME: HE SHOWED ME WHAT WAS POSSIBLE. -kATE


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i'm glad that i won't meet rimbaud.<br>If I did, he'd truly be my god.<br>I can't have any gods.<br>If I met him, he'd have to die. -eowyn465@aol.com


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I AM VERY HAPPY WHAT I FOUND HERE, A LOT OF BEAUTIFULL PEOPLE, WHO ARE CRAZY ABOUT RIMBAUD JUST AS I WAS AS 17-18 AGE. nOW I AM 24 AND EVEN I AM NOT CRAZY FOR HIM ANYMORE HE IS STILL THE BEST POET TO ME AND I WILL NEVER FORGET WHAT HE WAS TO ME, ALL WHAT THAT YOUNG POETS SAY-MASTER, LOVER, ONLY FRIEND, ANGEL... i FOUND THIS SITE TODAY AND I HAVE VERY STRONG FELLINGS, ALMOST START TO CRY AND WANT TO BREAK A WINDOW, BECAUSE I FOUND AT ONE MOMENT WHAT I SEARCH FOR MANY YEARS, PEOPLE SIMILAR TO ME. i DONT THINK ABOUT MYSELF AS A DAMNED POET ANYMORE BUT I AM STILL CONFUSED, UNHAPPY MAN SEARCHING FOR THE OTHER SIDE BESIDE THIS STRANGE WORLD. SO ITS GOOD TO KNOW THAT WE ARE NOT LONELY IN THAT. AS A BEAUTIFUL STAR RIMBAUD SHINES ON US. DUSAN


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I AM VERY HAPPY WHAT I FOUND HERE, A LOT OF BEAUTIFULL PEOPLE, WHO ARE CRAZY ABOUT RIMBAUD JUST AS I WAS AS 17-18 AGE. nOW I AM 24 AND EVEN I AM NOT CRAZY FOR HIM ANYMORE HE IS STILL THE BEST POET TO ME AND I WILL NEVER FORGET WHAT HE WAS TO ME, ALL WHAT THAT YOUNG POETS SAY-MASTER, LOVER, ONLY FRIEND, ANGEL... i FOUND THIS SITE TODAY AND I HAVE VERY STRONG FELLINGS, ALMOST START TO CRY AND WANT TO BREAK A WINDOW, BECAUSE I FOUND AT ONE MOMENT WHAT I SEARCH FOR MANY YEARS, PEOPLE SIMILAR TO ME. i DONT THINK ABOUT MYSELF AS A DAMNED POET ANYMORE BUT I AM STILL CONFUSED, UNHAPPY MAN SEARCHING FOR THE OTHER SIDE BESIDE THIS STRANGE WORLD. SO ITS GOOD TO KNOW THAT WE ARE NOT LONELY IN THAT. AS A BEAUTIFUL STAR RIMBAUD SHINES ON US. DUSAN


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I AM VERY HAPPY WHAT I FIND HERE, MANY BEAUTIFULL PEOPLE WHO ARE CRAZY ABOUT RIMBAUD, AS I WAS AT AGE 17-18. I AM NOT CRAZY ABOUT HIM ANIMORE BUT I STILL LOVE HIM AS THE BEST POET.


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i am happy to see how many beautifull people are here. dusan


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well, i met rimbaud when i was 15, and i didnt understand most of it but it was interesting anyway. so i discovered him 2 years later because i liked his idea to leave the world of art and to do something really different. i became crazy about him. i felt him as an older brother who passed through life the same way as me. i also had damned brother who made me hevy things, i also tried to escape from this world, to make a new changing my brain... so he was my roadsign. dusan


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I met Rimbaud today. I was finishing up Anthony Burgess's A Clockwork Orange, and in the last [21st] chapter, our humble narrator alex mentions a french poet who wrote all his best poetry before the age of 15. he does not name the poet beyond saying his name was arthur, and so my research was merely to type in "Arthur french poet" to google. Of course, he meant Rimbaud. I found many biographies on the web about him, eventually leading me here. I have read onl three poems thus far, but I already fancy him. I'm 22, an amateur poet, a student of the French language, and thus there is no doubt that I will immerse myself in Rimbaud until I have read everything backwards and forwards.


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All right, I refused to be ashamed: I saw _Total Eclipse_ because deCaprio was in it. He's got some kind of archetypal glamour shit going with the way he looks, and I don't even _like_ skinny blonds. But anyhow: so much of the dialogue being taken from Rimbaud's works, he had plenty of ugly wise things to say, ruthless counsel, callous insight. Of course he was subject to rages. You would be too, given that kind of perception. Too broke to buy his books, let alone books about him, I began websurfing on line. My first find was an abominable translation of "The Stolen Heart" by a French-speaker not fluent in English; but enough of the sense came through to make me cry internally. The phrase "abracadantic ocean" was enough to hook me good and proper, all by itself. I broke down and bought Schmidt's translation as a birthday present to myself. Discovered, among other things, that "The Drunken Boat" was enough to justify his whole sordid life; possibly all of French history. After I got hold of Enid Starkie's biography, my sister cajoled me into attending a seance. I told the reader only that I wanted to contact a particular male spirit. She described his appearance of the African years pretty clearly -- tall, dark-skinned, dressed in white -- and I asked: "You searched for 'Noel en terre' in life, and didn't find it; did you find it after death?" She saw him incoherent with happiness -- and then _I_ saw him and the landscape he was in. I've met him there repeatedly since. We've made love, travelled among lumpen aliens (Moi: "Are they sentient?" Lui: "Yes. ... No."), shared weed and whiskey, written together (though, unlike some of you, he rarely dictates to me, occasionally edits, and most often just likes to watch). Those of you who claim him as your god and/or lover, I believe you. That was one of the first things he showed me outside the words he wrote. "Our words tumble between his hands / like loose jewellery in a lacquered box" redjasper@msn.com


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All right, I refused to be ashamed: I saw _Total Eclipse_ because deCaprio was in it. He's got some kind of archetypal glamour shit going with the way he looks, and I don't even _like_ skinny blonds. But anyhow: so much of the dialogue being taken from Rimbaud's works, he had plenty of ugly wise things to say, ruthless counsel, callous insight. Of course he was subject to rages. You would be too, given that kind of perception. Too broke to buy his books, let alone books about him, I began websurfing on line. My first find was an abominable translation of "The Stolen Heart" by a French-speaker not fluent in English; but enough of the sense came through to make me cry internally. The phrase "abracadantic ocean" was enough to hook me good and proper, all by itself. I broke down and bought Schmidt's translation as a birthday present to myself. Discovered, among other things, that "The Drunken Boat" was enough to justify his whole sordid life; possibly all of French history. After I got hold of Enid Starkie's biography, my sister cajoled me into attending a seance. I told the reader only that I wanted to contact a particular male spirit. She described his appearance of the African years pretty clearly -- tall, dark-skinned, dressed in white -- and I asked: "You searched for 'Noel en terre' in life, and didn't find it; did you find it after death?" She saw him incoherent with happiness -- and then _I_ saw him and the landscape he was in. I've met him there repeatedly since. We've made love, travelled among lumpen aliens (Moi: "Are they sentient?" Lui: "Yes. ... No."), shared weed and whiskey, written together (though, unlike some of you, he rarely dictates to me, occasionally edits, and most often just likes to watch). Those of you who claim him as your god and/or lover, I believe you. That was one of the first things he showed me outside the words he wrote. "Our words tumble between his hands / like loose jewellery in a lacquered box" redjasper@msn.com


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Please excuse the caps -- for some reason this window is stuck in caps lock mode. I'm not having this trouble on any other web page. All right, I refused to be ashamed: I saw _Total Eclipse_ because deCaprio was in it. He's got some kind of archetypal glamour shit going with the way he looks, and I don't even _like_ skinny blonds. But anyhow: so much of the dialogue being taken from Rimbaud's works, he had plenty of ugly wise things to say, ruthless counsel, callous insight. Of course he was subject to rages. You would be too, given that kind of perception. Too broke to buy his books, let alone books about him, I began websurfing on line. My first find was an abominable translation of "The Stolen Heart" by a French-speaker not fluent in English; but enough of the sense came through to make me cry internally. The phrase "abracadantic ocean" was enough to hook me good and proper, all by itself. I broke down and bought Schmidt's translation as a birthday present to myself. Discovered, among other things, that "The Drunken Boat" was enough to justify his whole sordid life; possibly all of French history. After I got hold of Enid Starkie's biography, my sister cajoled me into attending a seance. I told the reader only that I wanted to contact a particular male spirit. She described his appearance of the African years pretty clearly -- tall, dark-skinned, dressed in white -- and I asked: "You searched for 'Noel en terre' in life, and didn't find it; did you find it after death?" She saw him incoherent with happiness -- and then _I_ saw him and the landscape he was in. I've met him there repeatedly since. We've made love, travelled among lumpen aliens (Moi: "Are they sentient?" Lui: "Yes. ... No."), shared weed and whiskey, written together (though, unlike some of you, he rarely dictates to me, occasionally edits, and most often just likes to watch). Those of you who claim him as your god and/or lover, I believe you. That was one of the first things he showed me outside the words he wrote. "Our words tumble between his hands / like loose jewellery in a lacquered box" redjasper@msn.com


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a postieri of instinct, of mind, a reflex of the spontaneous, the unplanned, the future, uncertain, the end, clear, in his method, his madness ranged over syntax, a synergy of sounds quelled motion, erupted in fever, in numonic plague a black shadow cast over a repleasant city night, twighlight i called him, he answered in a thousdand dawn chorus's, i deafeaned, he broke over me a cold sweat of an imperious day; i was birthed, he was bread - in life, in death, in all the insipid quaries efervescent of meaning, of nothing - he was both, elequent, degenerate god preaching, and learning that nothing comes without force, force of belief, force of hand, force of reatreat, withdrawel, with someone equally as pitious, equally as exquisite, i dreamt forever after his milicent eyes, opulent charms burning with a latent worldly cynism, to matter, or not to matter - what does it matter to us unsociables, us invincibles - this is the crucible now cry and be done with eli eli sabachanti - and we cried for night, it fell, now let us cry in darkness Bo'D two years on


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a postieri of instinct, of mind, a reflex of the spontaneous, the unplanned, the future, uncertain, the end, clear, in his method, his madness ranged over syntax, a synergy of sounds quelled motion, erupted in fever, in numonic plague a black shadow cast over a repleasant city night, twighlight i called him, he answered in a thousdand dawn chorus's, i deafeaned, he broke over me a cold sweat of an imperious day; i was birthed, he was bread - in life, in death, in all the insipid quaries efervescent of meaning, of nothing - he was both, elequent, degenerate god preaching, and learning that nothing comes without force, force of belief, force of hand, force of reatreat, withdrawel, with someone equally as pitious, equally as exquisite, i dreamt forever after his milicent eyes, opulent charms burning with a latent worldly cynism, to matter, or not to matter - what does it matter to us unsociables, us invincibles - this is the crucible now cry and be done with eli eli sabachanti - and we cried for night, it fell, now let us cry in darkness Bo'D two years on


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I first ran across Rimbaud as I read "Noone Here Gets' Out alive" and Morrison definitely translated him well for me. Now my critical eye of the world found a unique home. I was'nt "strange" just a bit more complex than most. I was fifteen and felt liberated and justified. Rimbaud searched for another truer world as the one he found himself in was sorely lacking. The eternal problem for any free thinking soul. He represents for mankind a leap so profoundly forward and alien that scholars are still scratching their heads. But I ramble. so long Terence


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Rimbaud snapped me into reality. At fifteen my teen years were over. (John lennon being killed did'nt help). I was'nt crazy just a bit more complex than most teens. Rimbaud is the "all too human" human calling from Mars waiting to hear from the folks back home. He sought refuge from the monotony and madness of everyday life. He is every great soul who sees and having once seen, can never turn back. thanks guys Terence


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since alligning myself as businessman in Manila, i have been trying to come to terms with the meaning of urban hell. now i know that it is non sense i can have some fun. thankyou


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I met arthur through the music of a very nice welsh band called the manic street preeachers, which i bough 6 years ago when i was 16. the band constantly reference literary and philosophical figures. the one line that stuck out was the first line from 'illuminations' . it seemed so beautifully defeatist, yet uplifitingly realistic. i thought no more of rimbaud for a few years until i started university. an (un) healthy diet op french history revealed to me mirbeau, the marquis de sade, robspiere, anatole france and an arthur rimbaud. i came across a second hand copy of a paper back version of 'selected works', which i bought. the love affair contniues unabated. indeed, the story 'is as simple as a phrase of music'


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I read illuminations. i felt the title.


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I read illuminations. i felt the title.


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I believe it was about 1999. I was writing a term paper for my composition class on curt cobain. now i was already reading people like ginsberg, kerouac, blake etc. i researched some old rolling stones articles and i read a passage that mentioned that someone recited cobains favorite poem at his funeral written by a one arthur rimbaud. for some reason i scribbled his name in my notebook and went straight to the bookstore and bought his complete works to see what he was all about. i was instantly hooked and have since read everyone of his poems scores of times. i don't believe i would be the person i am today if i didn't happen to come across his name in an old magazine archive. i am glad to see with this site that many of you feel the same. corywilson chw6380@aol.com


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I believe it was about 1999. I was writing a term paper for my composition class on curt cobain. now i was already reading people like ginsberg, kerouac, blake etc. i researched some old rolling stones articles and i read a passage that mentioned that someone recited cobains favorite poem at his funeral written by a one arthur rimbaud. for some reason i scribbled his name in my notebook and went straight to the bookstore and bought his complete works to see what he was all about. i was instantly hooked and have since read everyone of his poems scores of times. i don't believe i would be the person i am today if i didn't happen to come across his name in an old magazine archive. i am glad to see with this site that many of you feel the same. corywilson chw6380@aol.com


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I met Rimbaud at colorado Maountioan collebge in 1994, after reading Pats smiths article in Rolling Stone. I was drunk with pleasure.


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Rimbaud at first was just another literary interest,,, I d heard dylan mention him before, in a song of his and also on the cover of one of his albums..."HOt on the heels of rimbaud...' etc. THen reading FHM there was an article on leo di caprio who was discussng his new film....total eclipse.........after watching this i began my sojourn into the mystical world of this exquisite poets ......it would seem that i couldnt get enough....... I have read his work over and over but still am not sure if i understand it....it can mean something different everytime, depening on your mood....... Now i will never forget the name,,,it will stay with me forever.....it was refreshing to find another soul, who even all those years ago did exactly wot he thought was right and didnt give a f*#K wot ayone else thought........I admire his courage and am fascinated at his painful story vincent w. england see you in charleville 20


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i saw the movie "Eddie and the Cruisers" and part of the plot of this movie is based on one of Rimbaud's poems, "A Season in Hell." i just wondered if Arthur Rimbaud was a real poet who once lived, so i decided to investigate online. Low and Behold, i type in Aruhur Rimbaud and this website pops up. Molly


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I found a copy of his poems at a library at Pacific Union College. They were in French so I had to read them with a French dictionary. I got some unusual meanings from this method that at times seemed convoluted but at times illuminating. Later I bought the book of his work translated by Fowler. I almost found I enjoyed the former way more enjoyable, though I still had difficulty understanding his poems with the translations in front of me.


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Simple, I saw a movie Total Eclipse with Leonardo, and forever after I have read his works.


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Around a year ago, in Literature class we were asked to read this book from Verlaine... think it was "Les poétes maldites", huh?, was the first thing i ever thought when reading the sonnet of the vowels from the fella whom we speak of. Who the hell is this one?? Nex'day i went to ask my teacher about the author, after a really dull and boring chat about baudelaire, then comes the teacher, and sez; the story of arthur rimbaud is the story of someone who, at your present age, was a true celebrity in the cultural and intellectual pais of his time.... I could only grasp a "SHIT!!!!!, IF THIS GUY, AT MY OWN AGE(16) WAS REALLY GOOD FOR THIS, THEN I CAN DO REALLY GREAT STUFF LIKE HE DID." Then, i started to devour the whole chapter, and then started to search for him on the web. the more i searched for him, the more i had my mouth split open really big. For some time i've been earning money to buy the illuminations and a season in hell... i've heard these two are the best of the best among his works, let's see what's he got to say My only deception with mr rimbaud is my present inhability to read a damn single letter in french. most of the sites i've found are in french(dammmnnniiittt) and i get the really frustrating sensation of missing grand stuff written in that language. Only at this exact second i realized he has almost my same name...well he has three(yuck!) i have two, but curiously we share the name nicolas ...whatever... if he had a email at heaven i could sent him a massive one sayin'' : t-h-a-n-x-a-l-o-t-m-r-r-i-m-b-a-u-d


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The first time i read the name "Rimbaud" was in the little book from the "Best of The doors " Cd, but i didnt pay attention. Later i read his name on a book fron an author fron my ciuntry, Argentin, Ernesta Sabato had a weird theory about Rimbaud and his discoveries about the Underworld of the Blind. Later on i realized that two of my heroes talked about this french poet so i decided to get som infotmation about him. When i get to know the name of his book, A season in hel, i knew it was time for me to go and read his writings. Then the movie came into scene, then knowing that hes one of the damned poets... that´s just too much. He was(he is)great. By the way, i found some poems of Jim Morrison where he literally "borrowed" some verses from Rimbaud, Didyou know that?


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Through Jim Morrison ...another VERY talented , very beautiful poet!


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Through Jim Morrison ...another VERY talented , very beautiful poet!


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After the movie Titanic came out, I heard of a movie called "Total eclipse" The movie about arthur rimbaud and paul verlaine. I myself am a poet, and to know that there are poets from that era that were gay, inspires me even more, because i myself am a bisexual male and that right there made arthur rimbaud and paul verlaine my new hereos. I have ever since enjoyed the poetry from the both of them. I like arthur rimbauds bohemian lifestyle that he lived, i like to consider myself a bohemian in a sense the way that i live my life. I love to write poety and read poetry, and arthur rimbaud has inspired me to do so. if anyone would like to comment or just become email pals, feel free to email me at rhughes_2000@yahoo.com, thank you very much!!


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I WAS INTRODUCED TO RIMBAUD IN THE LATE SIXTIES, BY ALBERT CAMUS, WHEN I READ THE LATTER'S BOOK LENGTH ESSAY l'hOMME REVOLTE . I BELIEVE THAT THE SEGMENT ON RIMBAUD DELVES DEEPER THAN HENRY MILLER'S ESSAY. I THEN READ ALL OF HIS WORKS IN THE ORIGINAL AND EVERYTHING ELSE I COULD FIND ON HIM AT THAT TIME (STARKIE, MILLER, ETC.). I HAD ORIGINALLY PREFERRED BAUDELAIRE, AND IT TOOK ME SOME TIME TO "GET" RIMBAUD. ONCE I DID, HOWEVER, HIS WORDS AND THE MAGNETIC SILENCE IN WHICH THEY ARE EMBEDDED HAVE CONTINUED TO HAUNT MY MEMORY AND MY IMAGINATION. CERTAIN EXPERIENCES WOULD PROMPT ME TO BLURT OUT , ALMOST SURREALISTICALLY, MANY QUOTATIONS FROM HIM. I STILL DO THAT, ESPECIALLY UPON DEPARTURES AND ARRIVALS. ALSO WHEN I AM REFLECTING ON MY ACTIONS OR ON THEIR CONSEQUENCES. I HAVEN'T READ HIM IN THIRTY YEARS BECAUSE I DIDN'T NEED TO. IT HAD ALL BECOME PART OF ME. YESTERDAY I MADE THE MISTAKE OF PICKING UP A NEW TRANSLATION (BY WYATT MASON). AT LEAST IT INCLUDES THE ORIGINAL. THE TRANSLATION DOES NOT RETAIN THE FLAVOR OR TONE OF RIMBAUD (WITNESS COEUR VOLE). BUT THE SAMPLES FROM CARLYLE'S WORK IN PROGRESS THAT I'VE JUST READ IN THIS SITE ARE EXCELLENT. THEY CAPTURE THE CADENCE AND DIAMOND-SHARP ENIGMA OF THE ORIGINAL. I LOOK FORWARD TO READING THE ENTIRE PRODUCT ONCE IT IS PUBLISHED IN JUNE 2003. I DO AGREE WITH MASON, HOWEVER, THAT RIMBAUD SHOULD BE STUDIED AND DISCUSSED AS A POET. HIS WORK SHOULD NOT BE CONSTRAINED WITHIN THE NARROW LIMITS OF A SOCIAL AGENDA OR THE CURRENT CLAIMS OF WHAT MARY RENAULT TERMED SEXUAL TRIBALISM. THAT COLDNESS WOULD PUT OUT THE FIRE AND CONSIGN HIS WORK TO THE "NUIT SI NULLE."


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It was another genius- Leo di caprio who introduced me to rimbaud.. i watched the film , total eclipse.. bob dylan also mentions him in a song called 'your gonna make me lonesome when you go' and on the cover of his album 'desire' .. dylan describes himself as being ' hot on the heels of rimbaud......' ive read all of rimbauds works, over and over ...when i first began i couldnt read anything else which is remarkable considering i dont even like poetry... rimbaud was not a poet, he was a magician a visionary just like bach or picasso , there art is a glimpse into other worlds that have yet to be discovered or even understood 'life is the farce we all play'.......... fuckin ay!!!! Gutbomb41@hotmail.com


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hello --i always feel like i am speaking at an aa meeting or something when i do this--"my name is andrea and i first read so and so..." sorry, had to say that. so, my name is andrea, and i believe my first meeting with rimbaud was when i was reading "the crow"...so it has been about 10 years i would say. i was hooked from that moment, though i must admit that one of my first reactions was--rolling on the barking of bulldogs??? what the-? the words just struck home, the searching, questioning air to his work. the delving into the more morbid side of life, i just loved it and could relate to it, in my own way. i dont know enough people who feel the same, mostly i get the looks of "what kind of lunatic would read this?" when i recommend or lend my books to people! agh, how frustrating is that? ah well, their loss. so anyways, its great to find such informative sites, so i can read more about his life, and what an interesting one he led...so thanks to those who took the time to put them together! andrea


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i usually cut myself when I write, on the tip of the pen or the edge of the paper when it rises from the table to evince itself. whenever this happens, I'm assaulted by the idiocy of blood that runs red instead of some other color, like my simulacrum as I pass a window and there I am as I'm supposed to appear to other people. In between wanting and resignation is the shapeless passion of disdain, a lion disenchanted by the color of a gazelle, a pentagram fashioned out of a busted crucifix, the thousand million artifices of waves in the air comprising faces as cars permeating roads. You don't "meet" rimbaud. Rather he climbs through your window in your sleep and robs you naked and sometimes bruises your vulnerable conformation. I resent you for thinking otherwise.


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Chuck - from Virginia ... EDDIE AND THE CRUISERS. What an absoutely fantastic movie from the 80's! I made a wonderful connection with the Eddie Wilson character. The Rimbaud tie-in in this film sparked a curiosity in me, so I conducted some research. Once I began to read Rimbaud's works, I quickly understood what the hype was all about - no doubt. Being somewhat of a writer, I became instantly influenced by Rimbaud and I've been unable to stop studying his wonderful work. No other writer has worked on me the way Rimbaud has. What a thrill to make two life altering connections as the result of watching one movie.


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In paul theroux's newest book, Dark Star, he makes quite a few references to Rimbaud. Since I had never really heard the name, I decided to put it on the internet and see what came up. Thus, I was led to your site.


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IT's very hard for me to recall it now because it's been a long time ago this thing happened. But i'll try to figure out. let's see... i am not sure about it, however i think i met rimbaud through renato russo's stories, a brazilian "poet". the other possibility might be balzac's texts.


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I saw Rimbauds face next to chewbachas on a t-shirt worn by a friend from NYC. Did not find out the connection, if any.


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I first heard of Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine when viewing the movie "Total Eclipse", a film chronicaling the two writer's period of love and friendship together. I thought Leonardo Dicaprio was great in his depiction of Rimbaud, as well as the other actors and actresses.


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I first heard of Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine when viewing the movie "Total Eclipse", a film chronicaling the two writer's period of love and friendship together. I thought Leonardo Dicaprio was great in his depiction of Rimbaud, as well as the other actors and actresses.


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I first discovered Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine when I watched the movie "Total Eclipse", a movie about the two poest and their love and friendship together. The movie was excellent, and I can think of no one better to have portrayed Rimbaud other than Leonardo Dicaprio, as well as the other actors and actresses in their respected parts.


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I met rimbaud listening to a piece about him on national public radio at san antonio, texas on August 10, 2003. Rimbaud seemingly was a genius who showed incredible individuality as a teenager. Going to Paris, living in Monmarte which was still country and meeting up with other poets must have been quite an experience for a teenager.


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Γνωρισα το αρθουρο ρεμπω στο βιβλιοπωλειο που εργαζομαι οταν ημουν 15 χρονων τωρα ειμαι 26 . Ειχαμε μια βιογραφια του πανω σε ενα παγκο . στο εξωφυλλο υπηρχε μια φωτογραφια του. ηταν σαν αγγελοσ . πανεμορφο προσωπο. με τραβηξε , σαν ομοφυλοφιλος που ειμαι, και αρχισα να το ξεφυλλιζω ... απο τοτε εχει γινει μεροσ του πεπρωμενου μου.


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Γνωρισα το αρθουρο ρεμπω στο βιβλιοπωλειο που εργαζομαι οταν ημουν 15 χρονων τωρα ειμαι 26 . Ειχαμε μια βιογραφια του πανω σε ενα παγκο . στο εξωφυλλο υπηρχε μια φωτογραφια του. ηταν σαν αγγελοσ . πανεμορφο προσωπο. με τραβηξε , σαν ομοφυλοφιλος που ειμαι, και αρχισα να το ξεφυλλιζω ... απο τοτε εχει γινει μεροσ του πεπρωμενου μου.


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I met him when i read an article about symbolist poets and in there the writer mentioned the boy-poet Rimbaud who was also Paul Verlains lover.Later i found in a bookstore the book a season in hell which in greek is mia epochi stin kolasi.It was the best i had read in a lot of time and since then he is my favorite poet. along with oscar wilde and lord byron.


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when i was 15 i had a camp counselor who told me about jack kerouac. i read on the road and then every other beat book i could find. turns out jack and crew took rimbaud with them across the country in their coat pockets. who's this rimbaud guy i thought. three years later when moving to california finally, i made my mecca to city lights bookstore. and there up in the poetry room on the shelf, perfectly posed for my waiting hands and mynd was my first copy of illuminations. and the force was so strong that i took a french class, changed my major to french, and spent a year there trying to learn it so i could read rimbaud untranslated. so i could travel in "post-colonial" africa, so i could be closer. i was thankful that this all led to a whole series of events that no doubt changed my entire life. i don't care too much for french now, but after 13 years, i tend to still strongly give hommage to rimbaud on a daily basis.


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when i was 15 i had a camp counselor who told me about jack kerouac. i read on the road and then every other beat book i could find. turns out jack and crew took rimbaud with them across the country in their coat pockets. who's this rimbaud guy i thought. three years later when moving to california finally, i made my mecca to city lights bookstore. and there up in the poetry room on the shelf, perfectly posed for my waiting hands and mynd was my first copy of illuminations. and the force was so strong that i took a french class, changed my major to french, and spent a year there trying to learn it so i could read rimbaud untranslated. so i could travel in "post-colonial" africa, so i could be closer. i was thankful that this all led to a whole series of events that no doubt changed my entire life. i don't care too much for french now, but after 13 years, i tend to still strongly give hommage to rimbaud on a daily basis.


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i met arthur in my dreams at the age of 19, i was until then a normal american boy, crude, faceless, the football player with cheerleader girlfriend.but when i was 19 something happened to me everything became new i had taken my lovestruck youthful gazez into poetry but nothing unordianary.but the morning of my 19th year something happened.a presence took hold of me, and guided me thru new tastes in music, food people, everything about me changed it wasnt until a few years later wsa i to know that the spirit of rimbaud had taken hold of me.this was after meeting paul verlaine in the form of an anorexic black kid who was passed out in a coffe shop, wher he had scribbled his verse.i had made friends with a poet who guided me in my new birth, she fed me the stories of the ones before me, she is now at columbia earning a phd in comp lit.but it was she after reading my first years work that mentioned the name rimbaud.i was not ready at the time i thought shakespeare was interesting since i had become a playwright myself. but rimbaud was foreign i had yet to scrape my bones against the demented incisions of the poets teeth, had yet to grind my fluids from marrow and back again, aftera long bout with every known indulgence did i come to terms with what verlainr had told me.verlaine and i have remained intact because our romance never meets in the skin, only on paper, but when i started to read rimbaud i felt threatened that my life was no longer mine and as i read about him i discovered the identity of verlaine in the black boy jew from maynard texas where they have no traffic lights.i continue to read rimbaud as i take his flame into the new era, have i yet to forge an identity outside of his, no i am rimbaud to be continued."ode to rimbaud" as told by a mexican rimbaud, shall the vision spoil me, intrance the difficulty of breathing into the movements before bed, shall my taunt interceptions of your delicate lips form the monster that wraps its fingers inot the new birth, and by twilights devestatiion will the hero bare his song, where the moon shall lift the impeerfections of skin, and words wher the inevitable truancy of creation come to masticate on your breath that falls before me to you rimbaud lover of my decadence, teacher of hypnotic types, to you who forge the discrimination of being mortal man, to you who accompany me under the bridge when no roof will have me, to you eternal lover that warms me early morning into the movement of skin, i am under your wings grazing the last specks of sin that lucifer never encountered drying the mouth with the verse that never left your lips abort me into the stranger and i will know you as i never have... poetadeizzabella@yahoo.com


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i met rimbaud first on an amaharic translation of one of his poems on a news paper when i was 16 and an art school student. after wards i was searching for him but i couldnt find a single poem. then once i visited his ethiopian house in harar. any way he is a great inspiration tomy poems and my personality.


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Rimbaud llegó a mí en un sueño: Salía yo del metro en la ciudad de México, equivoqué la salida y encontre un tunel desconocido. Aunque no había escaleras, descendí y lo encontré mirándome, enojado y melancólico "¿Por qué no lo aceptas de una vez?, No puedes escapar." Creí que me confundía porque no lo conocía. Me fascinó y, al mismo tiempo, sentí temor. Lo único que deseaba era salir corriendo de allí "Y allí vas de nuevo" me dijo. "aunque tardes yo seguiré aquí o en cualquier sitio en el mundo" Ahora sí se que nos conocemos y me reclama mi temor. Huyo. El viento arrastra hacia mi toda labasura de la ciudad. Entre los papeles que desenredo de mis piernas veo sus ojos (la fotografía está rota). Por fin llego a ver a mi primo Juan Carlos quien me reclama por la tardanza. Tiempo después, a mis primos les regalaron una enciclopedia, encontré en el tomo de literatura la fotografía de Rimbaud que había soñado. Me estremecí al identificarlo como aquel protagonista en mi espacio onírico... Y tenía razón: ¡Yo no podría escapar!


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I, like many people, had seen the name before, among the pages of others we loved or adored. I can't remember what finally possessed me to solve the question: who is rimbaud? But I did. one day in a bookstore i found him on a tiny the tiny shelf of poetry. Instantly I fell in love... in lust... I felt I had never before read a word of true poetry. I grew ravenous for more. I later learned that the translation i had read was not even that great.. although the translations are so copious , for too stunted a body of works. My first tatoo was his signature , which i got from the deposition he gave to the police after verlaine shot him. it seems like such a superficial imprint, a mere shadow, of the very real effect his work, his lfe, and his words have upon me.


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i didnt met him, but i cam apon his work when reserching Jim Morrisons influnces..


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i didnt met him, but i cam apon his work when reserching Jim Morrisons influnces..


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I am a teenage girl, and as such, i thrive on impulse buys. The difference between me and most of my peers, however, is that i do my impulse shopping in bookstores instead of American Eagle. Well, one of my little purchases one day was a book that claimed to be an overview of French poetry from god knows when to the present. And I was going through the book, and I found some poem by Rimbaud--I think it was Ma Boheme--and that was the end of it. And now I stalk Rimbaud-related things. Because I'm cool like that, ya know?


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A textile conferencee on Indian Trade textiles was held in Calcutta (Eastern India). The first speaker spoke of the geographical reach of ancient Indian trade textiles and spoke of the poetry of Rimbaud and his visit to the town of Harar. I was intrigued and as i had put down his name on my notes, once i got home to Jaipur i searched for Rimbaud on the internet and am i glad i searched. His poetry reads very real for our times. And i understand Millers thoughts on him and how new man will arise in this world. Pramodkg@yahoo.com


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Meeting rimbaud..... by coincidence somewhere in alsace, age 17, weird experience, became kind of a turning point for me as a person


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Hello A couple of years ago I was introduced to Rimbaud through the words and music of one Mr. Bob Dylan. Getting into his music, I was revealed to the great Rimbaud, hwo was a majore inspiration and influence on Dylan. ( as you surly know ) I thank Rimbaud for the rich and powerful poetry he has provided our poor world. kornelius, norway


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I first met AR. 5 yrs ago when reading another book? that was saying things about him like, vissionary poet of poets (he is the onlyTRUE poet ive ever known of) so natrualy I had to buy or steal every thing he ever wrote. I felt him so deep that im writing to you on the internet! im 23 but i dont use computers cause ive never had one nor did i want one this was a gift so what the fuck, though im very amazed there are so many people that fell so strong about rimie in an age where my generation are too busy with MTV fast food and malls to pick up a book somthins bad wrong man, im publishing my poetry over seas in the old country, where humans are still human where poetry is still alive in thire vains my name is BILLY MILLER look for my book next summer who knows maybe youll fell me as deep as I felt Rimie! OUT till we meet again ps: yes i am an american whatever that means


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I first met AR. 5 yrs ago when reading another book? that was saying things about him like, vissionary poet of poets (he is the onlyTRUE poet ive ever known of) so natrualy I had to buy or steal every thing he ever wrote. I felt him so deep that im writing to you on the internet! im 23 but i dont use computers cause ive never had one nor did i want one this was a gift so what the fuck, though im very amazed there are so many people that fell so strong about rimie in an age where my generation are too busy with MTV fast food and malls to pick up a book somthins bad wrong man, im publishing my poetry over seas in the old country, where humans are still human where poetry is still alive in thire vains my name is BILLY MILLER look for my book next summer who knows maybe youll fell me as deep as I felt Rimie! OUT till we meet again ps: yes i am an american whatever that means


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i first heard of rimbaud in a magazine while waiting for a doctor to check out my little brother's ear infection. the article i was reading was trying to compare him to eminem. i don't quite see the similarity. -S.R.


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someone tell me if there s a book with "his"corrispondence only?andrea from italy

 


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rimbaud the eternal! rimbaud the damned! rimbaud and i! drunk and marching towards our epitaphs! to live in desolation with the soul forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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I DON'T KNOW WHERE I MET ARTHUR,MAYBE HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THERE,A PART OF ME,SOMETHINGS THAT SCARES ME SOMETIMES.aNYWAY I KNOW WHERE I MET HIS EYES FOR THE FIRST TIME:I WAS WALKING IN A BOOKSTORE,I WAS GOING JUST UP AND DOWN WANDERING WHICH BOOK COULD I HAVE BOUGHT.BUT...ALWAYS THE SAME STUFF,SO UNREAL,SO UNUSEFUL!aND THEN,ALL OF A SUDDEN,TWO EYES,THE DEEPEST EYES I HAD EVER SEEN,AND THEY WERE STARING AT ME,I LOOKED ON THE SHELF AND SAW A BOOK WITH THAT FACE PRINTED ON,I LOOKED AT IT AND THEN SAID MYSELF:U STUPID FOOL,HOW CAN U BUY A BOOK JUST CAUSE OF A NICE GUY ON THE BOOKLET?i KEPT ON WALKING,NOTHING IT SEEMED TO ME I HAD READ EVERYTHING AVAIBLE IN A SMALL,STUPID TOWN IN THE SOUTH OF ITALY,i WENT OUT THE BOOKSTORE,THEN WHEN I ARRIVED AT HOME I DID NOT WALK INSIDE I JUST WENT BACK TO THE BOOKSTORE TO TAKE THE THE BOOK.I TOOK IT IN MY HANDS AND READ:ARTHUR RIMBAUD,COMPLETS POEMS,AND I THOUGHT:FRENCH!oH,SHIT,FRENCH POERTY SUKS AS MUCH AS FRENCH LANGUAGE!bUT I HAD GROWN TOO CURIOS SO I TOOK THE BOOK.THAT NIGHT LYING IN BED I OPENED THE BOOK AND READ ADIEU FROM THE SEASON IN HELL,THE FIRST THING I FOUND WHEN IT WAS OVER I THOUGHT WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MEAN?i WAS ACCUSTOMED TO EMILY DICKINSON,JOHN KEATS AND LORD BYRON,A MUCH MORE COMPREHENSIBLE STUFF!bUT EVERYDAY I KEPT ON READING,I HAD TO,I TOOK THE BOOK AT SCHOOL WITH ME AND EVERYTIME I GOT THE CHANCE I STARTED READING,I STARTED TRAVELLING WITH WORDS I DID NOT UNDERSTAND,IT WAS RTERRIBLE I REALLY WANTED TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT,BUT HOW COULD I?tHERE WAS TOO MUCH PAIN AND TOO MUCH HAPPINESS IN THOSE WORDS FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND.a MONTH OR MORE ROLLED BY AND I STARTED HAVING PROBLEMS WITH MY PARENTS.THEY WANTED TO KNOW WHAT I WAS READING,SO I SAID RIMBAUD,A FRENCH POET,THEY HAD NO IDEA OF WHO HE WAS BUT AFTER A COUPLE OF DAYS MY MOTHER CAME TO ME AND TOLD ME U DON'T HAVE TO READ THAT POETRY,I ASKED A FRIEND OF MINE AND HE TOLD ME HE(ARTHUR)WAS JUST AN HOMOSEXUAL AND A DRUG ADDICT.i'D TRY TO EXPLAIN HER WHAT WAS GOING ON,HOW ARTHUR WAS TURNING MY WAY OF SEEING THINGS UPSIDE DOWN BUT SHE WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND SHE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND FOR ME LIFE IS DIFFERENT I DON'T CARE ABOUT DISCOS OR CFLOTHES,I'M WALKING TOWARD SOMETHING IN MY LIFE.i WAS 15 WHEN ALL THIS HAPPENED NOW I'M 22 ANS ARTHUR IS STILL HERE SOMETIMES IT SEEMS TO ME I KNOW HIM I CAN REALLY TELL WHO HE WAS,SOMETIMES HE'S A STRANGER AND I DON'T HAVE ANY KEYS TO ENTER INTO HIS SOUL.a LOT OF THINGS HAPPENED IN THESE YEARS,I'VE TRIED TO LEARN ENGLISH,FRENCH AND GERMAN AND NOW I ADORE FRENC LANGUAGE,I'VE FOUND ITS MUSIC AND I CAN SING IT!i LOVED A SOUL MUCH MORE THAN ANYONE BUT I'VE ALSO FOUND THE COURAGE DEEP INSIDE MY HEART TO LET HIM GO,TO LET HIM FLY AWAY FROM ME TO THE LIFE HE BELONGED TO,AND THIS WAS ALSO THANKS TO ARTHUR.NOW I'M STILL WALKING TOWARD SOMETHING BUT I KNOW WHAT IT IS:JE CHERCHE LE SOLEIL!MY LOVE TO U ALL,PLEASE IF SOMEONE WANTS TO WRITE ME I'LL BE SO GLAD!e-MAIL TO CAROLELOMBARDGABLE@HOTMAIL.COM