Жан Николя Артюр Рембо цитаты

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„Действие — это не жизнь, а способ растрачивать силу, раздражение нервов. Мораль — это слабость мозгов.“

„Ненависть, тебе доверил я свое сокровище“

„Теперь я проклят, родина внушает мне отвращение. Лучше всего пьяный сон, на прибрежном песке.“

„Бесконечный фарс! Меня заставляет плакать моя невинность. Жизнь — это фарс, который играют все.“

„Жизнь сурова, одичание просто. Крышку гроба поднять иссохшей рукой, сидеть, задыхаться. Ни старости, ни опасностей: ужас — это не по-французски.“

„Действительность была слишком тернистой для моей гордыни.“

„Я должен был путешествовать, чтобы развеять чары, нависшие над моими мозгами. Над морем, которое так я любил, — словно ему полагалось смыть с меня грязь.“

„Тонкой музыки не хватает нашим желаньям.“

„Страдания безмерны, но нужно быть сильным, быть от рождения поэтом, а я сознаю себя поэтом… Я тот, кто создаст Бога.“

„Рука с пером — чета руке, что на плуге.“

“You will always be a hyena.”

“Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?”

“But, true, I’ve wept too much! Dawns break hearts./ Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter.”

“The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.”

“To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?”

“My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?”

“And from that time on I bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk,
Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam,
A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.”

“It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.”

“It is found again.
What? Eternity.
It is the sea
Gone with the sun.”

“In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.”

“I have bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea…
Devouring the green azures.”

“The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea”

“Is it possible to become ecstatic amid destruction, rejuvenate oneself through cruelty?”

“No one's serious at seventeen,
When lindens line the promenades”

“I have embraced the summer dawn.”

“My sad heart foams at the stern.”

“I have seen the sunset, stained with mystic horrors,
Illumine the rolling waves with long purple forms,
Like actors in ancient plays.”

“Black A, white E, red I, green U, blue O: vowels,
Someday I shall recount your latent births.”

“One must be absolutely modern.”

“I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.”

“Oh my little mistresses,
How I hate you!”

“Once, I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.”

“Old poetics played a large part in my alchemy of the word.”

“O seasons, O castles,
What soul is without flaws?”

“Sweeter than apples to children
The green water spurted through my pine-wood hull.”

“I say one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet makes himself a seer by an immense, long, deliberate derangement of all the senses.”

“I! I who fashioned myself a sorcerer or an angel, who dispensed with all morality, I have come back to earth.”

“Love is to be reinvented, that is clear.”

“I have seen starry archipelagoes! and islands
Whose raving skies are opened to the voyager:
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep, in exile,
A million golden birds, O future Vigor?”