“Come, dear great soul, we call you, we await you”*


Automaton by Thomas Kuntz “Une Saison En Enfer”

Verlaine: “For me, Rimbaud is an ever-living reality, a sun that burns inside me that does not want to be put out…”

Allons, mon pauvre coeur, allons, mon vieux complice,
Redresse et peins à neuf tous tes arcs triomphaux…

Click here for the English.

File under: Making things, construction, drafts, precision, vision, lighting.

*O fatal words, written by Verlaine to Rimbaud, enclosing train fare!

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