MFMQ Total Eclypse



Paul Verlaine: Sometimes he speaks in a kind of tender dialect of the death which causes repentence, of the unhappy men who certainly exist, of painful tasks and heartrending departures. In the hovels where we got drunk he wept looking at those who surrounded us, the cattle of poverty. He lifted up drunks in the black streets. He had the pity a bad mother has for small children. He moved with the grace of a little girl at catechism. He pretended to know about everything, business, art, medicine. I followed him, I had to!

I understood that what I needed to become the first poet of this century is to experience everything in my body. It’s no longer enough for me to be one person, I decided to be everyone. I decided to be a genius. I decided to originate the future.

The only unbearable thing is knowing that nothing is unbearable.

I used to think that what I did would make a difference, you know, change the world. That nothing would ever be the same again. But it’s no good. The world is too old and there’s nothing new. It’s all been said.

When I was young and golden, I thought all I needed was experience and I could create new colors, a new god.

Paul Verlaine: Do you think poets can learn from one another?
Arthur: Only if they’re bad poets.

Arthur: Love…no such thing.
Paul: What do you mean?
Arthur: Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together that’s not love, that’s stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn’t exist.
Paul: You’re wrong.
Arthur: Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists-but not love. Love has to be reinvented.

Arthur: It’s pathetic. Your acts of violence are always curiously disgusting.
Paul: What do you mean?
Arthur: Their not clean. You’re always in some sort of drunken stupor, then you start apologizing and groveling.
Paul: I don’t like hurting people.
Arthur: Then don’t. But if you do, do it coolly. Don’t insult your victims by feeling sorry afterwards.

Arthur Rimbaud: I’ve found it. What? Eternity. It’s the sun mingled with the sea.



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