"Here's my station But if you say just one word i'll stay with you" ~ Christine and the Queens

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Toutes les formes de l'amour , de la souffrance , de folie ; il cherche lui-même , il épuise en lui tous les poisons , et préserve leurs quintessences . Tourment indicible, où il aura besoin de la plus grande foi, une force surhumaine , où il devient tous les hommes le grand malade , le grand criminel, le grand maudit - et le scientifique suprême ! Pour qu'il atteigne l' inconnu! Puisqu'il a cultivé son âme , déjà riche , plus que quiconque!

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“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 quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed--and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He attains the unknown, and if, demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions, he will at least have seen them! So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of, unnameable: other horrible workers will come; they will begin at the horizons where the first one has fallen!” 
― Arthur Rimbaud

9/25/15

Tell me where is fancy bred.  Or in the heart or in the head?  How begot, how nourished?  It is engendered in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.  Let us all ring fancy's knell I'll begin it.  - Ding, dong, bell.  ~ Merchant of Venice III, 2, 3