…and Rimbaud’s limb being so caught up goes be-bopping out the door into the forest through the trees – raga rag in the grass overturning picnic baskets whizzing past churchyard gates right in step it genuflects then aims and leaps over the scene over the rainbow out of the canvas into space pure space—as remote and colorless as dear arthur’s face. a face made incorporeal full of grace. sunken eyes—those cobalt treasures closed forever.
clenched fist relaxed wrist
his pipe turned in…
out in the garden the children are gathering
it’s not a whim. they are accurate immaculate,
as cruel as him.
legs can’t flail
cock can’t ball
teeth can’t bare
baby can’t crawl
rimbaud rimbaud facing the wall
cold as hail dead as a doornail
Excerpt from the poem Rimbaud Dead, by Patti Smith
“…When the endless servitude of woman is broken, when she lives for and by herself, man — who until now has been abominable — will release her from her duties and she too will be a poet! She will find the unknown! Will her worlds of thought differ from our own? She will discover strange, unfathomable, repulsive, and delicious things. We will take them and understand them.”
from Rimbaud Overview and Analyses
I believe everything we dream
can come to pass through our union
we can turn the world around
we can turn the earth’s revolution
we have the power
People have the power .
Patti Smith – People Have the Power
Photo-morph of Patti Smith and Arthur Rimbaud based on the cover of ‘Horses‘ by Robert Mapplethorpe.