Verse, and an excessive demonstration of virtuoso techniques" were what one critic described the Lizst piano concerto "Malediction (Curse)" with and it certainly describes the Nicholas Roeg film "Bad Timing." The juxtaposition of scenes of Art Garfunkel's character tearing up his unconscious ex-girlfriend (after cutting the hottie's clothes off with what appears to be a scalpel!) while she's in a pill-induced coma, along with scenes of her in convulsions receiving a tracheotomy in the E.R. and stuff, reminded me of this poem by Rimbaud:

"Vagabonds," from Rimbaud's "The Illuminations"

Pitiful brother! What frightful nights I owed him!
"I have not put enough ardor into this enterprise. I trifled with infirmity. My fault should we go back to exile, and to slavery." He implied I was unlucky and of a very strange innocence, and would add disquieting reasons.
For reply, I would jeer at this Satanic doctor and, in the end, going over to the window, I would create, beyond the countryside crossed by bands of rare music, phantoms of nocturnal extravagence to come.
After this vaguely hygienic diversion, I would lie down on my pallet and no sooner sleep than, almost every night, the poor brother would rise, his mouth foul, eyes starting from his head,-- just as he had dreamed he looked! and would drag me into the room, howling his dream of imbecilic sorrow.
I had, in truth, pledged myself to restore him to his primitive state of child of the Sun,-- and, nourished by the wine of caverns and the biscuit of the road, we wandered, I inpatient to find the place and the formula.