Born in 1854, poet Arthur Rimbaud was every inch a modern punk star. There was the same love of drugs, cigarettes, long hair, perfectly grungy clothing and contempt for the bourgeoisie. But most of all, there was the poetry — reams of it, which began appearing when Rimbaud was fourteen: rapturous, hallucinogenic, pyrotechnical, and unlike anything anyone had ever heard before. Now, courtesy of playwright David Ives, we miraculously have a sound recording of one of Rimbaud’s poetry readings in Paris from the very night his masterpiece A Season in Hell was published. Produced by Jonathan Mitchell.