Fy the barricades that now separate me from the world 53LifeYou should always be drunk In order not to feel the horrible burden of Time that breaks your shoulders and bends you down toward the ground you must get yourself relentlessly drunk But drunk on what On wine on poetry or on virtue whatever you like But GET YOURSELF DRUNK 108AND MANY OTHERSWHEN THE ACT OF yourself drunk 108And many othersWhen the act of beauty starts consuming our being when we think our body can t bear it any poetry emerges personifying a merciful savior to s all If we are in luck we will be able to write or purge ourselves through other forms of art If not well I wouldn t want to knowA person who stands outside gazing through an open window never sees as many things as the one who gazes at a closed one There is no object profound mysterious fecund shadowy dazzling than a window lit by a candle What can be seen in broad daylight is always less interesting than what happens behind a window Within that black or illuminated hole life lives life dreams life suffers 111I am refraining with stoic strength from oting the whole book I don t think I am doing a great job though It is that beautiful Baudelaire s awe inspiring sensitivity creates the most vivid images that will surely take you to his most relaxing dreams Or his darkest nightmares If for some strange reason you dislike poetry I suggest you these prose poems You will find yourself immersed in dark waters ietly taking you to nowhere and everywhere while beholding all sides of Beauty Troubled human beings have the ability to see what is not there To feel what to others is imperceptible To convert beauty into words Words that soothe the pain of others Everyone seems safe Everyone but the poet who still sees himself surrounded by his lonely art His blessing and his curse His bliss and his sorrowwhat does an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has discovered an infinity of joy within a single second 52 Creating beauty has a priceThe soul should be enoughNote Do not be afraid This translation seems to be flawlessMay 27 14 Also on my blog Photo credit Charles Baudelaire CC Who among s has not dreamt in moments of ambition of the miracle of a poetic prose musical without rhythm and rhyme supple and staccato enough to adapt to the Lyrical Stirrings Of The stirrings of the the ndulations of dreams and sudden leaps of consciousnessContrary to popular belief I had never read Baudelaire ntil now I ve trusted Walter Benjamin and lately Calasso to provide me with a well informed ethos about this central figure There are many concerns that this is the literature of the young to which I shout absurd This is the lettres of the Absolute the eternally curious Below the bile there is a hum of sensitivity Behind the debris are the tears of the sensitive Is it forgiving likely not There is a buzzing pulse at play a hum and a forgiving glance A Hemisphere in a Head of HairLong let me inhale the odour of your hairinto it plunge the whole of my face like a thirsty maninto the waters of a spring and wave it in my fingers like a scented handkerchiefto shake memories into the airIf you could know all that I see All that I hear in your hair My soul floats pon perfumes as the souls of other menupon musicYour hair contains an entire dream full of sails and mas Baudelaire is a lover of dichotomy richpoor solitudesociety excrementperfume She is very The Winning of Andromache ugly She is nevertheless delectable A Thorough Bred Thenstated purpose of each poem is to transform degradation and disunity into an The Dummy Meets The Mummy! (Goosebumps SlappyWorld unsettled and ironic harmony or at least to shine a light on the beauty of decay They are passionate poems they move with force but with time it becomes apparent that each of them moves in a familiar pattern and by the end of the collection it is comforting to find each poem discover its point of balance amidst the contradiction. Pment of the genre of prose poetry a format which Baudelaire saw as particularly suited for expressing the feelings ofncertainty flux and freedom of his age and one of the founding texts of literary modernis. Tell me enigmatical man whom do you love best your fatheryour mother your sister or your brotherI have neither father nor mother nor sister nor brotherYour friendsNow you Male Medusa, Caught in Coils (Otherkind Kink: Male Medusa, use a word whose meaning I have never knownYour countryI do not know in what latitude it liesBeautyI could indeed love her Goddess and ImmortalGoldI hate it as you hate GodThen what do you love extraordinary strangerI love the cloudsthe clouds that passup therep therethe wonderful clouds I never really nderstood the appeal of Les Fleurs du Mal but so many people love it that I started to feel bad What was I missing Along comes this book Paris Spleen which is full of prose poems made of eual parts humor cynicism and insight and often all three within a paragraph I like these poems because reading it
I Feel Like I Have A Sense Of Who Baudelairefeel like I have a sense of who Baudelaire ha Ah Charles if you had been born in our time you d be a blogger extraordinaire Decadent passionate and misogynistic this poet stole my heart from Edgar Allen Poe and broke it on the cobbled streets of that Eternal City Don t come looking for a sympathetic heartBaudelaire is bitter despondent and completely adorable Read this and tell me he s not a man before his time I have this book by my bed Before I drop my eyes into deep sleep I like to read a page or two of this book It gives me a certain sense sleep I like to read a page or two of this book It gives me #A Certain Sense Dreams # certain sense dreams dreams I feel odd labeling a book of poetry as read That s not how a book of poetry is appreciated It s not the simple act of opening to page one reading each page in a linear fashion then putting it back on the shelf or in this case closing the Kindle Poetry is something that one must refer back to again and again The images sit in the back of the mind waiting to be recalled again Then when the mood strikes you jump to the bookcase and frantically flip the pages to find that image once again to find that perfect phrase that lucid expression that just sits there like an enigmatic cat nmoving with deep set eyes that flash and hint at some mysterious profundityThis is true at least of the good poetry and Baudelaire gives The Man They Wanted Me to Be us bags and bags full of those enigmatic cats please excuse the cruel metaphor in this collection I m not sure why Le fleurs de mal gets all the attention These prose poems read so much pure andninhibited by the confines of poetic tradition How can one resist such a beautiful manifesto to life as thisOne must be for ever drunken that is the sole Literacy uestion of importance If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time that bruises your shoulders and bends you to the earth you must be drunken without cease But how With wine with poetry with virtue with what you please But be drunkenTwisting the notion of intoxication and turning the Enlightenment with its glorious seekers of truth and justice on its head feels so wonderfully perverse There is a heavy dose of Romanticism in this phrase as there is at the core of much of Baudelaire s work but I read it as a mature Romanticism Not the naive idealism and ignorant aspirations that killed Madame Bovary but a Romanticism that s willing to look at life right in the eyes and kick it in the teeth if need be Baudelaire seems to be someone who was attracted to the exuberance of Romanticism but who wasnwilling the accept the falseness of itMaybe we could call this a pragmatic Romanticism or a realistic Romanticism Hoping for the ideal while accepting the real One example of this can be seen in Artist s Confiteor which is a form of prayer confessing sins نامه های عین القضات همدانی / جلد اول used in the Roman Catholic Mass and some other sacraments The poem starts with a romantic description of an autumn day The sky and the sea The immensity of Infinity The Silence The Solitude Then it all becomes too much Now the profound depth of the sky dismays me its purity irritates me Here we have a realistic relationship between. Set in a modernrban Paris the prose pieces in this volume constitute a further exploration of the terrain Baudelaire had covered in his verse masterpiece The Flowers of Evil the city and its sualor and ineua. ,
free download Le Spleen de ParisMan and nature Beauty and the artist which leads to the final line of the poem The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist shrieks with terror before being overcome Charles Baudelaire s Little Poems in Prose The Spleen of Paris are inseparable from Paris and the architectural social and economic transformations that the capital experienced in the second half of the 19th centuryThe street plays a fundamental role in this because it represents the place par excellence a place of extraordinary mixing the classes the society crossed there the beings crowds or individuals are offered in their diversity their generality or their specificity revealing a form of their truth and revealing a style of their honesty and authenticityHow does time the history of France and Europe the For a man to become a poet he must be in love or miserable Lord Byron Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron the seconds are now strongly solemnly accentuated and each one springing forth out of the clock says I am Life intolerable implacable Life 45This book includes two different works by Baudelaire Paris Spleen and La Fanfarlo The latter is the only novella he ever wrote published before his celebrated Les Fleurs du Mal and it is in fact a good work It tells the story of Simon Cramer and Fanfarlo a dancer as beautiful as she was stupid 155 The plot is simple but Baudelaire s prose is engaging and amusing He managed irony with such a style All in all I liked itHowever in my opinion Paris Spleen is the real gem of this book It is a remarkable work conformed by prose poems that deal with a wide range of themes They are like little printed thoughts created by one restless mind For me the stream of consciousness style is the most sublime
form of writing It takes a lot of work and youof writing It takes a lot of work and you end Die Plotter up with either a beautiful piece of literature or something too stupid to even take a look at Ised to The Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl use that techniue when I was younger and I thought I could write without even knowing what I was doing It wasn tntil I read Woolf s Mrs Dalloway or Faulkner s The Sound and The Fury something I should reread because I never wrote a review for it and now I wouldn t be able to do so that I knew what this narrative mode could generate the intriguing yet fearful feeling of being inside someone s headThis is Baudelaire a defiant fallen angel with a Killing the Truth uniue lyrical voice willing to let it all out to show humanity the darkest depths of everyone s soul And for that he became Sacrilege Vice Decadence And TruthThere are many memorable themes in these prose poemsThe fear of Time Ah fors miserable old females the era of pleasing even the innocent ones is over and we arouse only horror in the little children we want to love 41The At Any Cost unbearable beauty of NatureAnd now the depth of the sky troubles me its limpidity exasperates me The indifference of the sea the immutability of the scene repulses me Oh must one either suffer eternally or eternally flee the beautiful Nature you pitiless enchantress you always victorious rival leave me alone Stop arousing my desires and my pride The study of the beautiful is a duel one that ends with the artist crying out in terror before being vanuished 42BoredomAnother one would lightp a cigar next to a cask of gunpowder just to see to know to tempt fate to force himself to prove he has the energy to play the gambler to feel the pleasures of anxiety or for no reason for a whim for lack of anything better to doThis is the kind of energy that springs out of boredom and daydreaming and those in whom it manifests itself so Havens Promise (Divine Designs, unexpectedly are in general as I ve said the most indolent and dreamiest of beings 50SolitudeFinally I am now allowed to relax in a bath of shadows But first a double turn of the lock I feel as if this extra turn of the key will strengthen my solitude and forti. Lities the pressures of time and mortality and the liberation provided by the sensual delights of intoxication art and women Published posthumously in 1869 Paris Spleen was a landmark publication in the develo.