Incitement to the Earl of Argyle, 1513
"For the race of the Gael from the renowned land, there is no place where they can rest.."
Arthur Rimbaud, Lettre du votant, 1871.
"I say one must be a seer, must make oneself a seer. The poet makes himself a seer by a long, exacting and systematic disordering of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts all these poisons within himself, to keep only their pure essences. Unspeakable torture where he needs all faith, all superhuman strength, where he becomes to all the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed - and the greatest Sage."
Be thanked here
For being not like us
Whose dream is always
To be reconciled
It is not possible
(translation by John Montague)