Collage/Drawing of Rimbaud and Verlaine. Looks like shit.
"While living together and overindulging in alcohol and hashish, the two poets began collaborating and publishing their work to rave reviews, but their circle of friends disappeared as their wild behavior became intolerable. They got drunk and quarreled in public, trashed the Montmartre cafes, wrestled with knives, staining their hotel room with blood, and one time, Rimbaud actually stabbed Verlaine in the hand sending the blade straight through to the wooden table underneath. This last incident was the final straw for Verlaine. He sent Rimbaud home to his mother and tried to repair his relationship with Mathilde. Rimbaud would not be deterred, however, and soon began sending Verlaine letters threatening to kill himself if his former lover would not see him. Possibly due to concern, but most likely out of lust, Verlaine met with Rimbaud in a hotel room in Paris. The two soon began to argue and the confrontation quickly became violent. In what could only be described as poetic irony, Verlaine grabs the pistol Rimbaud brought to allegedly kill himself with, and shoots his lover through the hand. Verlaine was quickly arrested and spent two years in prison. And, in typical fashion of those who are incarcerated, found Jesus and began writing Christian poetry.’
Rimbauds manifesto of inspiration:
"The first task of the man who wants to be a poet is to study his own awareness of himself, in its entirety; he seeks out his soul, he inspects it, he tests it, he learns it. As soon as he knows it, he must cultivate it! … —But the problem is to make the soul into a monster, like the compachicos, you know? Think of a man grafting warts onto his face and growing them there.
I say you have to be a visionary, make yourself a visionary.
A Poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons and preserves their quintessence’s. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed—and the Supreme Scientist!
When the eternal slavery of Women is destroyed, when she lives for herself and through herself, when man—up till now abominable—will have set her free, she will be a poet as well! Woman will discover the unknown! Will her world of ideas differ from ours? She will discover strange things, unfathomable, repulsive, delightful; we will accept and understand them” - Rimbaud