Rimbaud

How come they don't write about RImbaud's second story? So far I have only read and seen good Rimbaud, the rebel writer that destroyed classical hypocrisy and created a new literary world from its ashes. Rimbaud the cool gay guy and his fellow Mallarme, wasting their lives together in laudanum and opium ecstasies.

But they will never write about Rimbaud the slave hunter hound. The rapist, drunken sodomite of lustrous, ebony fleshes, tasting the sweats of Africa.

The other Rimbaud, the one that shatters the mirror of Western culture's self-complacency reflection, they will never write about him; because Western culture doesn't have the balls to look at itself and see that she is the cruelest bitch that was ever born.