A sort of smithposium

Hello everyone,

Though late, I wanted to tell you how I learned about Arthur Rimbaud. A simple story, but it’s a true beginning. I know I seem to be talking in semi-slow motion but it’s just because I’ve been writing all day and am a bit internalized. It’s a sleepy night, and for those close to nature, the passing day of Thoreau. The moon is still quite bright. I am going to make a peanut butter sandwich and call it a night. So goodnight everyone.

Below is the stolen book and the blessed and cursed painter.

Illuminations New Directions

Modigliani in Paris