“I shall return, with limbs of iron, dark skin, furious eyes; from my mask it will be thought I belong to a mighty race. I shall have gold; I shall be idle and brutal.”

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A Season in Hell,

Arthur Rimbaud

I first became aware of Rimbaud when the remarkable owners of my local bookshop recommended them to me as they had kept aside Rimbaud in Java, The Lost Voyage by Jamie James (I looked , it’s not a pen name)

the book helped build the myth of the poet before I actually had a chance to read the works and I will argue that reading from a phone doesn’t share the same experience from a page or electronic reader screen. When finally, I found a collection of works in English and French at a Readings on Glenferrie Road. Reading A Season in Hell I adored the descriptive misery with perseverance. There is a dreamy Bob Dylan song about the tense relationship of Verlaine and Rimbaud.

Lomography Babylon, it’s black and white and it’s 13iso. my pentax K1000 doesn’t go below 20 ASA however despite this I am happy with the results after a slight edit of contrast and brightness. I don’t edit much. You can tell.

“Her name is Mama Cass”