quote of the week

“I tried to invent new flowers, new stars, new flesh, new tongues. I thought I was acquiring supernatural powers. Well! I must bury my imagination and my memories! An artist's and story-teller's precious flame flung away! I! I who called myself angel or seer, exempt from all morality, I am returned to the soil with a duty to seek and rough reality to embrace! Peasant! Am I mistaken? Would charity be the sister of death for me? And last, I shall ask forgiveness for having fed on lies. And now let's go.”
(Arthur Rimbaud, A Season In Hell (1873))