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It isn't a blue plaque, but it is a memorial to dead writers on a building in Zone 2. 8 Royal College Street, where the big gayers French poets, Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud lived: May - July 1873.

Rimbaud's Letter to Verlaine (July 4th, 1873)

London, Friday afternoon.

Come back, come back, dear friend, only friend, come back. I swear I shall be kind. If I was sullen with you, it was a joke which I persisted to carry on; I repent of it more than can be said. Come back, it will be quite forgotten. What a pity that you should have believed to that joke. For two days I have not stopped crying. Come back. Be brave, dear friend. Nothing is lost. You just have to do the journey again. We will live here again, very bravely, patiently. Oh! I implore you! It's for your good, besides. Come back, you will find all your things there. I hope you realise now that there was nothing real in our argument, that awful moment! But you, when I made a sign to you to get off the boat, why didn't you come. We have lived together for two years to come to that hour! What are you going to do! If you don't want to come back here, would you like me to join you where you are?

Yes, It's me who was wrong.
Oh, you will not forget me, will you?
No you can't forget me.
Me, I always have you there.

Tell me, answer your friend, must we not live together anymore? Be brave. Answer me quickly. I can't stay here much longer.
Just listen to your good heart. Quick, tell me if I must come to you.
Yours for the whole life.


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[User Picture]From: nanila
2005-05-16 09:22 (UTC)
It's tough not to be ashamed of being passionate, isn't it.
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From: ripperlyn
2005-05-14 21:59 (UTC)
God, that's so beautiful... ::tear::

This is way better than the original mission. I'm tempted to revise the mission: plaques to dead writers outside zone one, who were big poetic gayers who left behind beautiful sad letters to one another.


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[User Picture]From: nanila
2005-05-16 09:46 (UTC)
Yikes. Well, I'll have a look around and see how many I can find. Might take me a while though.
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[User Picture]From: souptime
2005-05-15 04:31 (UTC)

Jesus Christ

~psssst~ it's me

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[User Picture]From: nanila
2005-05-16 09:16 (UTC)
Hello, you. Glad you decided to reincarnate.
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[User Picture]From: souptime
2005-05-16 11:30 (UTC)

yea, it was hell getting down off that cross
but, i'm ok, now

what's a little resurrection
between friends

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[User Picture]From: victorine
2005-05-17 17:51 (UTC)
Aw. Leonardo was so cute in that movie.
I had to do a study of Rimbaud while in Paris. I think our crazy cat lady would have gotten along well with him, then they would have killed each other in a fit of manic frenzy.
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[User Picture]From: sekl
2005-05-19 23:05 (UTC)
Now I'm filled with curiousity, what does Rimbaud consider a little joke?

This letter is awfully close to the shooting incident. It feels a bit uncomfortable to see his soul so naked, knowing what happens next.
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