I L L U M I N A T I O N S - d t l a - 2018

I’m an ephemeral and not too discontented citizen of a metropolis thought to be modern because all known taste has been avoided in the furnishing and exterior of houses as well as the city plan. Here you cannot point out a trace of a single monument to superstition. Morals and language have been reduced to their simplest expression, in short! So from my window, I see fresh spectres roaming through thick eternal fumes - our woodland shade, our summer night! New Furies, before my cottage which is my homeland, my whole heart, since all here resembles this - Death without tears, our active daughter and servant, desperate Love and petty Crime whimpering in the mud of the street.
— Arthur Rimbaud ILLUMINATIONS [ville] (1854-1891)

Morals and language have been reduced to their simplest expression, in short!

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...So, from my window, I see fresh spectres roaming through thick eternal fumes - our woodland shade, our summer night!

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New Furies, before my cottage which is my homeland, my whole heart, since all here resembles this...

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DEATH WITHOUT TEARS

OUR ACTIVE DAUGHTER & SERVANT

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DESPERATE LOVE

AND PETTY CRIME

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WHIMPERING

IN THE MUD

OF THE STREET