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RE: The Miraculous, Mysterious Life of Arthur Rimbaud
Maybe the mantle of "father of modern poetry" was too heavy, or maybe having such a sensitive soul was like having your nerve endings outside of your skin. One life can impact so many others.
I suspect it’s the latter... coupled with a crisis of conscience. He lived a decadent, destructive life as a teenager & wrote my innocence makes me weep.
Yes I see now, sad how suffering and genius seem to attract each other.
One pays a great price for greatness...