05-05-2013, 11:25 PM
Hi Brownlie,
By sheer chance I stumbled across a quote last night by the poet Arthur Rimbaud and it reminded me so much of your poem, and because I believe in synchronicity I thought I would share it with you.
"The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All shapes of love suffering, madness. He searches himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessences."
I don't know if you heard this before, but it seemed to turn up out of the blue.
All the best AR
By sheer chance I stumbled across a quote last night by the poet Arthur Rimbaud and it reminded me so much of your poem, and because I believe in synchronicity I thought I would share it with you.
"The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All shapes of love suffering, madness. He searches himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessences."
I don't know if you heard this before, but it seemed to turn up out of the blue.
All the best AR
wae aye man ye radgie