I have embraced the summer dawn. - Arthur Rimbaud

The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.
He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought

I! I who fashioned myself a sorcerer or an angel, who dispensed with all morality, I have come back to earth.

Il faut être absolument moderne