Little did Verlaine and Rimbaud know, during their poverty-stricken, absinthe-sodden, tempestuous sojourn in their Camden townhouse, that one day they would inspire the stage name of an American punk rocker.
And a Sylvester Stallone character.
I reckon Verlaine got the better side of the deal, as it goes.
I alone hold the key to this savage parade.
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