Currently Reading.
Love Rimbaud’s switches and tumbles.
How he combs and breaks with traditional narrative assembly, roams thoughts language wise willing, visualizes narrative meta, into a poetic spillover of passions dark rebellion and rank beautiful mischief. And yet still so TYPICALLY french. Miller is more a pillar with a filler he gathers great detail into a mighty vacuum, where as Rimbaud startles into essences.
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