Pierre Michon: son Rimbaud

The violent trajectory of Artur Langbo, revolutionary artist who wanted to be a son before he was a poet, but not someone's son, danced among the dimly leafed leaves. The house is much darker than the night. Aah! Mother! Maybe it's because you finally come back to your mother's arms and hug her. She didn't read to me, and she kept hitting me in the well of her room. I created your indescribable sadness for her, and words that looked like walls without exits. They were unsavageable. Father, I raised my voice to talk to you from a distance. But you didn't answer. What brings literature back to an endless end? What makes a person write? Other people, mothers, stars? Or the great old things, the gods, the languages? The angel of the greatest power knows the answer. The powerful angel is the wind through the branches. The night is deep and the moon rises. No one's expecting you now. Lango went up to the scattered attic and then laid against the wall, asking for a deep sleep. From the text.

Korean title: 아들 랭보

Korean author: 피에르 미숑

Korean publisher: 민음사

ISBN-13: 9788937427329