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>> No.9763158 [View]
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He is affection and the present since he opened the house to foaming winter and the hum of summer, he who purified drink and food, he who is the charm of fleeting places and the superhuman deliciousness of staying still. He is affection and the future, strength and love that we, standing amid rage and troubles, see passing in the storm-rent sky and on banners of ecstasy.
He is love, perfect and reinvented measurement, wonderful and unforeseen reason, and eternity: machine beloved for its fatal qualities. We have all experienced the terror of his yielding and of our own: O enjoyment of our health, surge of our faculties, egoistic affection and passion for him, he who loves us for his infinite life
And we remember him and he travels. . . And if the Adoration goes away, resounds, its promise resounds: “Away with those superstitions, those old bodies, those couples and those ages. It’s this age that has sunk!”
He won’t go away, nor descend from a heaven again, he won’t accomplish the redemption of women’s anger and the gaiety of men and of all that sin: for it is now accomplished, with him being, and being loved.
O his breaths, his heads, his racing; the terrible swiftness of the perfection of forms and of action.
O fecundity of the spirit and immensity of the universe!
His body! The dreamed-of release, the shattering of grace crossed with new violence!
The sight, the sight of him! all the ancient kneeling and suffering lifted in his wake.
His day! the abolition of all resonant and surging suffering in more intense music.
His footstep! migrations more vast than ancient invasions.
O him and us! pride more benevolent than wasted charities.
O world! and the clear song of new misfortunes!
He has known us all and loved us all. Let us, on this winter night, from cape to cape, from the tumultuous pole to the castle, from the crowd to the beach, from glance to glance, our strengths and feelings numb, learn to hail him and see him, and send him back, and under the tides and at the summit of snowy deserts, follow his seeing, his breathing, his body, his day.

>> No.9760120 [View]
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This is it.
We've reached poetic singularity.

>> No.9487847 [View]
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9487847

Discuss the poet of revolt; the absolute m a d m a n
The taker of Verlaine's anal virginity; d i s c u s s

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Thoughts on Une saison en Enfer?
I thought it as mesmerizing. The development from the Rimbaud bound with sonnets and French/Latin hexameters, the classically suited Rimbaud, slowly gets replaced with the disgusting, terrifying blank verse, FREE verse, prose poem Rimbaud -- denouncing the Symbolist split after Baudelaire, the even, uneven; the sublime, musical; etc. the Verlaine-Mallarmé split, making his own Movement of the Dissolution of all senses, and of his BOUND poetry.

Thoughts?

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Will there ever be such sincerity as this man?

>> No.9083618 [DELETED]  [View]
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9083618

I seriously want to blow each and every load into his sweet boipucci and mouthpucci.
I want him drunk on my seed.
I want to rape the ever loving poems that he ever wrote.

>> No.9082882 [View]
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I've already added it in, but we seriously need a God of Verse, that is also gay, edgy, wicked sense of humor and mentally ill. And I suggest no other than the boipucci itself -- RIMBAUD

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