By age 19 the subject has written all the poems he would ever write, which will revolutionize poetry for a century to come and influence art as varied as Henry Miller’s memoirs and Patti Smith’s CBGB’s stage show. By age 27 he has traveled to all parts of the western hemisphere, in pursuit of business ventures. In his 30s, he settles in the remote city of Harar, in what is today Ethiopia, a landlocked ancient city where commerce had once thrived but is now slow, where prospects are few. More or less, this is where the story ends.
Reading this biographical travel guide, the author of which pursued an abbreviated route similar to that of Arthur Rimbaud in order to experience what his subject must have experienced, I was impressed by the similarities between Rimbaud in the 19th century and an entrepreneur of the present day. That entrepreneurship is a creative undertaking goes without saying, and one might even go so far as to compare the entrepreneur to the poet, as there is in many (perhaps most) entrepreneurs a spark of romance, idealism, inspiration, and the desire to touch – hopefully improve – some aspect of their environment.
What’s more, there is an energy in entrepreneurship – a restlessness that is almost an end in itself – not dissimilar to the referenced poet’s unceasing travel, his continuous quest, occasional discovery, and attempted invention. The story of Rimbaud’s life is a catalog of calls to action. One might argue that his very poems even – innovative and meant to shake up the pervasive style – were a venture that had run its course… at which point the serial entrepreneur moved on… to his next projects in succession: commodities trading, gun running, (this was the 19th century, remember). These were no different in this sense from – and really a continuation of – “The Illuminations,” “The Drunken Boat,” “Season in Hell.”
The tale, however, turns cautionary, as Rimbaud’s storm and spark take him to a remote locale where he will meet his end. Considering, no doubt, Harar to be an “untapped market,” the entrepreneur attacks it with his usual passion. But Harar, it seems, was fated to be untapped, and what seemed like a territory ripe for the entrepreneur’s ventures turns out to be an isolated enclave where he is cut off from the flow of modern commerce, where conditions for business are poor (to say the least), and where, worst of all, there are few other entrepreneurs around.
And thus, it is once again demonstrated that no man is an island, and that context, timing, conditions, communication, interaction, traffic, learning, are all as important to entrepreneurial success as are individual traits such as inspiration and energy. Rimbaud’s classic poetry was a product of Paris, as much as it was of Rimbaud.
