A Season in Hell
What will I discover in the solitude reached after destroying all existing orders and morals?
📝ONGO's Reflection
Reading the burning monologue of a genius poet who sought to utterly destroy literature, convention, and even himself, I felt both fear and a strange wonder at once. The words of Rimbaud, who flung himself into the fiery pit of hell to find the truth of life, fly toward my chest as shards of sharp glass. It is a desperate yet dazzling record of a soul that, at the far edge of youth's reckless rebellion and extreme despair, at last cries out for light.
"One evening I sat Beauty on my knees. – And I found her bitter. – And I cursed her."Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell
"어느 날 저녁, 나는 아름다움을 내 무릎에 앉혔다. 그런데 가만히 보니 그것은 쓴맛이었다. 그래서 나는 그것에게 욕을 퍼부어주었다."
🌱Apply It Today
Pick one moral rule or convention you usually follow without question, and ask whether it might be smothering your true freedom and life energy.