“True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“Through the blue summer days,
I shall travel all the ways,
Pricked by the ears of maize, trampling the dew:
A dreamer, I will gaze, as underfoot the coolness plays.
I’ll let the evening breeze drench my head anew.
I shall say – not a thing: I shall think – not a thing:
But an infinite love will swell in my soul,
And far off I shall go, a bohemian,
Through Nature – as happy, as if I had a girl.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“Lying at the foot of a wall, buried in clay
Rubbing his dazzled eyes hard, for the visions,
He listened to the scabbed espaliers creaking.”
Arthur Rimbaud
“While the street noises rumbled on below,
Lying alone on pieces of unbleached canvas,
With a violent presentiment of setting sail!”
Arthur Rimbaud
“Where, staining the blue, sudden deliriums
And slow tremors under the gleams of fire,
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than our rhythms,
Ferment the bitter reds of our desire!”
Arthur Rimbaud
i n h ai bi t a n t s, 2023
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midjourney images by Marzia Ricci
Poems from Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891) – blurring the line between virtual and real searching for an absolute elsewhere – punctuate the images created through midjourney (AI images).