Arthur Rimbaud and his resignation

Rimbaud, reviewing the biography of Rimbaud, we find that his renunciation of poetry, became one of the literary mysteries seems to have no explanation, as some say. It seems that on one occasion said Morand, as if an inner fatality seamlessly direct him to withdraw into silence would keep until the end. Remember that in May 1873, he wrote to Ernest Delahaye, apropos of A Season in Hell, my fate depends on this book. Three months later completely lost interest in it. The very idea of ​​continuing existence of men of letters you nauseous. On one occasion one of his friends wrote poems praising and alluding to his growing celebrity. Rimbaud, he was shocked to read this letter, throwing, says Mr. Banday, his employer boar snorted. It is said that for some, the renunciation of his genius was the supreme act of rebellion in protest of a poet, a nod to the worst nihilism. His silence, rather than an attitude, is another form of language. He asserts that had previously expressed in the poem by poem. On the other hand, it also argues that Rimbaud never stop writing, that his explorations in the unknown territories of Abyssinia poetic equivalent of his travels by the unknown world of words.

Morand, indicating that both are interpretations of the phenomenon that no witness to back it up and confirm. In contrast, the total desertion of Rimbaud's poetry, if any. It is a single and unequivocal: to continue writing his resignation, letters of dry prose and vulgar, an abandonment to the will to style. It is also known that at 19 years old, Rimbaud, lost-no one knows why. Two powers were attributes of his great genius, one, the loss of the ability to see. He was a seer who perceived reality with eyes that are not ours. It is said that transmuted into universal reality for anyone that was just an ordinary sense. It seems that unfolded, it despersonificaba at will. The other, to discover a language, find a language that is clearly understood in the paragraph of his extraordinary letter from a clairvoyant, lets you take on humanity and even animals, to feel, touch, hear their inventions. Please note also that Rimbaud had dreamed of a language that everyone would understand, that say it all, that is a universal language and preternatural.

That creative source in the course of five years stopped and it appears that their gifts have disappeared, and Morand said the poet has begun to see a tree as a single tree, the boat is just a boat, instead of a school of drums made by the archangels, there is a factory. Everything then seems to indicate that Rimbaud has preferred silence and leave us with a mark as a testament to his resignation. Jesús David Curbelo gives us respect, the paradigm of renouncing what is Rimbaud's poetry: the child prodigy of the twelve and twenty years he wrote some poems that would rock the foundations of western lyricism until the collapse and then left the literature to find the freedom to be normal, something that was forbidden from its position of genius, visionary and prophet. In several previous articles I discussed the case Rimbaud, especially when dealing with the theme of exile ("Exile and the Kingdom"), the prose poem ("The Killing Breed") and the need to break ("With the devil the body "), so refer to them not to repeat the thesis of self-annihilation silence as imitation of the original fall, as the poet who craves holocaust meet your delivery the absence of God.

An excellent example of the dichotomy-silent pride. And a flood of speculation: what would the Western poetic expression without the contributions of Rimbaud?, What would have happened if the young fool does not give entirely to the literary life and writing?, Does appear one day unpublished texts of Rimbaud in Abyssinia dealer, or does eventually we learn on good authority that it was not being an Adonis whom he wrote feverishly Verlaine, for firms and thus achieve his keep by his side to feed the vanity, disparate pieces that go opposite directions, were infinitely superior to the old poems that Paul wrote under his own name? A character in a novel, The Novel of Poetry.