Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Chapter 406 Chapter 406 A Green Hat in a Foreign Country

Publishing unexpectedly did not go well.

This "accident" is that the French publishing house is not very optimistic about Rimbaud's poems.

Even though the 17-year-old Rimbaud's talent exceeds the limit of age, he wrote "Ophelia" before he experienced love, and "Drunk Boat" before he saw the sea. The poems written do not belong to any one genre.

Just because of breaking the rules, it indicates that Arthur Rimbaud will not be accepted by the mainstream before becoming famous.

He fell into a refutation.

Only by publishing can you be famous, but if you are not famous, you cannot publish.

Arthur Rimbaud's goodwill for the publishing house disappeared, and his emotions fell to the bottom.He had listened to Verlaine's words before, thinking that he could display his talents, outshine others, and become famous in one fell swoop, and he had participated in salons, which was no different than those Parisian poets.

Paul Verlaine was even angrier than him, pacing back and forth, holding the manuscript of the poetry collection in his hand: "It's because they have no vision! Your poetry is a wonderful movement. Every time I see it, I feel amazed and communicate with you. Poetry is my happiest time!"

Arthur Rimbaud rolled his eyes: "I don't want to see you now."

Paul Verlaine wanted to make Rimbaud happy, and quickly said: "There is another way to publish!"

Arthur Rimbaud could not help feeling hopeful.

"What is it?"

"Just wait for me to do it."

Paul Verlaine smiled at Rimbaud and dealt with Rimbaud's distrust of him.

Rimbaud's knowledge is limited, although he is intelligent, he has to rely on Verlaine in Paris, at least in Verlaine's view, this is the case.He enjoys the spiritual collision that cannot be obtained at home. He is no longer someone's husband, but a man who communicates literature. Rimbaud needs him, and he needs Rimbaud. He is obsessed with every move of the blond boy.

For this reason, Paul Verlaine paid out of his own pocket to help Rimbaud publish at his own expense.

This was a huge expense, and it was impossible to hide it. Matilda soon discovered that her husband was spending thousands of francs a month!You must know that Paul Verlaine's income from working in the government for a year in the past was not so much!

Matilda and Verlaine quarreled again.

As a result of the quarrel, Matilda angrily handed over the husband and wife's shares to Verlaine's mother for safekeeping. The shares worth [-] francs were the dowry given to her by the Motel couple.

In the end, a brand-new printed book, smelling of ink, became a gift from Paul Verlaine to Arthur Rimbaud.

Paul Verlaine thought that Rimbaud would be happy, after all, he satisfied the other party's desire to publish.

Arthur Rimbaud asked: "How many copies were published?"

Paul Verlaine lied and exaggerated: "Two thousand copies."

Arthur Rimbaud sneered, which made Verlaine uneasy, but Verlaine couldn't find any loopholes. He paid money by himself and managed things by himself. How could Rimbaud know the tricks of self-publishing?Or were his friends giving away the secret?This was impossible, he believed that Rimbaud didn't like those people at all, and would never take the initiative to seek them out.

Paul Verlaine suppressed his panic, and said excitedly: "Let's go drink to celebrate, I don't need to go home tonight, I will go to my favorite 'Bachelor's College'!"

The reason why the cafe at No. 176 Rue Saint-Jacques is called "Academy" is because every bachelor in the academy dies, and the owner of the shop will open a jar of old wine. Over time, Parisian literati like to gather here, calling it the first Two bachelor's colleges.

Arthur Rimbaud's fingers caressed Verlaine's carefully typeset collection of poems.

He stopped hitting each other.

happy?Perhaps, he went to see Mr. Hugo after the failure of the publication and asked about the method of publication. Mr. Hugo selflessly explained the different drafting styles of various publishing houses and the rules of the industry, which was countless times more detailed than Verlaine.After getting the collection of poems, he immediately guessed the way Verlaine published it for him—to spend money to find a publishing house to print it.

Even the worst poets can get published for money.

Is he bad?

He held his breath in his heart and refused to admit defeat. Self-publishing has become a reality, so he has to wait for his published works to be loved by the public!

Rue Saint-Jacques, where the night life begins.

The nobles like to stay up late, and the rich like to go home in the middle of the night. Only the poor go home early to rest after the busy life of the day, waiting exhaustedly for tomorrow.

Aso Qiu also dealt with the decoration of the pizzeria, and on the way back to the foot, he saw two drunkards across the open door of the cafe.

The boy's blond hair is the most obvious inside, with his back to the door, like gold mixed in the sand, covered with dust, still different from other lights.Arthur Rimbaud speaks the vernacular of a countryman, his voice is high and low, and he is very discerning. He reads his poems aloud in the cafe where everyone is drinking and chatting, trying to show his heart, but his The age is too young, so young that reciting poetry is like a joke imitating adults.

Only Paul Verlaine listened with drunken eyes and became the only audience of the other party.

"The whole sun is bitter, the whole moon is bad. Bitter love fills me with drunken stupor,

Oh, may my keel be broken!May I die in the sea! "

Arthur Rimbaud laughed, drank and smoked, coughed after choking, and arched his waist, causing the neighbors to laugh: "Little devil, do you know what love is?"

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't bear the excitement, and said with a smell of alcohol: "I know!"

what is love?

Arthur Rimbaud drank the remaining absinthe in one gulp.

The aroma of herbs is mixed in the wine, stimulating and slightly bitter, the green devil is tempting him to tell the truth.

"Love is embracing the dawn of Xiachen!"

"Love is the cracked sky under the electric light, wild waves, torrents, and tornadoes. In the dusk, I ran to the distance like a flock of white doves, and it became a fantasy spectacle!"

"Love is—all or nothing!"

That's not something a 17-year-old should say.

As Paul Verlaine said when he met Arthur Rimbaud for the first time, if you are 22 years old, you are undoubtedly an excellent person; True genius.

The adults in the academy café clicked their tongues, love is a luxury, few people have it, but they are not educated enough to describe it.

Arthur Rimbaud stepped on the chair, like a general who had won the battle, "Haha-you can't tell me, I published a collection of poems, I am a poet! I am not a kid! If you want to deny me, read my first Let’s talk about the poetry collection!”

There was strong arrogance in Arthur Rimbaud's eyes, full of longing for the future.

"I am Arthur Rimbaud, the youngest poet in France!"

"I want to be the next Baudelaire!"

There is something missing in this scene.

Ma Shengqiu also listened to his bold words and ambitions, and thought of the "Flower of Evil" with long golden wavy hair, and the other party probably laughed out loud.

Ah, what is missing is a camera to take pictures of the other party drunk.

Rimbaud, who will be 19 years old in the future, officially closed his pen after finishing "A Season in Hell", and no longer touches poetry, calling poetry a disgusting thing.

"Has it been published yet?" Aso Qiu also whispered, the corners of his mouth curled up.

He no longer looks at the love between these two people from the eyes of later generations. The conflict between Rimbaud and Verlaine is irreconcilable. Sooner or later they will break up. He just needs to wait and see Rimbaud crying to death. Produced many poems.

After that night in the hotel, he knew he had given up.

He had no more thoughts of the Arthur Rimbauds and Paul Verlaines of this world.

Lan Tang is not these two people.

In this world, there is no substitute for love.

He'll be in Paris, and he'll see these guys in the middle of this film's love-hate story, trying out a quote that Oscar Wilde was on lip service to.

- Loving yourself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

Ma Shengqiu didn't even step into the cafe, met those two people, and left without a sound.

As he walked, he felt his tight strings loosen.

All alone.

Ireland, in a Dublin apartment, Oscar Wilde waited for the letter he wanted, and he carefully studied the meaning expressed by Ma Shengqiu in the letter.

Oscar Wilde, master of reading comprehension, looked thoughtful.

"Qiu doesn't support me to go to him, but he will come back to see me as soon as possible, which means that no one outside is obsessing him, and he will be able to deal with things soon."

"One month's time..."

"It's so hard to wait."

Oscar Wilde always wanted to rush to Paris.

He thought he had pity for the beauty he picked up, and he never crossed the distance, but after they separated, he suffered from longing. When drinking cold water, he thought of the disapproving eyes of the Orientals, and when he sprayed perfume, he thought of the avoidance of the Orientals. Every time he shows off the latest men's high-heeled shoes he bought, the other party's indescribable expression is always so interesting, it is countless times better than lifeless, no matter how you look at it, you can't get tired of it.

No matter from any angle, Qiu is a mysterious person.

Oscar Wilde was obsessed with men's tattoos. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find a Frenchman named Arthur Rimbaud who met the requirements.

He didn't know why he cared before, but now he understands it when he understands it.

【That's my rival in love! ! ! 】

"No matter how much Qiu tries to hide it, it won't hide it from me." Oscar Wilde said slyly, "It's a male name, and he likes men."

Immediately afterwards, Oscar Wilde took out his fitness planner with a painful face, and pasted it on the wall. It was full of Qiu's care and love for him.

He changed into a set of light clothes, and walked heavily, as if going out to the execution ground.

Looking at the sun outside, his tears were about to fall.

"Autumn is like me—"

"I like good-looking people!"

Oscar Wilde, who thinks he looks good and is above the European average, had to lose weight so that he would not become a fat man in the eyes of the other party.The best way to motivate him is to take a look at Qiu Hua's long-haired Frenchman every day. He is thin and slender.

He really wants to say that his weight is really unusual among his European peers!

At least, he has thick hair on his forehead.

Before seeing Arthur Rimbaud with his own eyes, Oscar Wilde felt that the difference was not that big!

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