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Les fleurs du mal; Le spleen de Paris This is a step towards possession Certainly the possession does not last the entire way through but even in the less interesting or repetitive poems there are some jarring lines amplified by a soul in HeatLike any elevated piece of literature Flowers of Evil consumed me to such an extent that at times I forgot I was reading words on a page its intensity moving my mind into some unknown zone where images thoughts and recollections screamed by colliding with each other So too did I feel at times that even the writer himself was not all there taken away by a demon merely the vehicle for some phantasm Yes Baudelaire sold me on his deal not merely because of content or form but because of the legitimacy and authenticity of his spirit that comes through them At its best I lost the idea that Baudelaire was “writing” or “constructing thoughts and ideas” More often I felt like I was seeing a living reality and the spirit behind it the dreams he “knows” We can look at a whore and see nothing poetic just as we can look at the sun and see nothing poetic But the poetic is everywhere and for me the I can tap into the better life is Is it and rare to find a person who sees anything poetic in the sun Is the modern mind still trying to convince itself that myth doesn’t work Whatever one's answer to those uestions most will agree that it’s even rarer to find someone who sees anything POETIC in the heist the hell the holey handbag And then even rarer yet again to find someone who can see the poetic in such things and communicate it to others on a convincing level And then perhaps it’s only a very singular visionary who can not only see the poetic in such things but communicate it in such a way that it creates its own inspiring beauty while remaining true to the original inspiration Sure we have heists whores and holey handbags a dime a dozen but do they even recognize their own beauty much Are they as tuned in to their own spirit as Baudelaire was I hate cars but I love to watch the rare person who is passionate and soulful about them I don't read books on toe picking but show me someone passionate about their toe picking and I'll gladly sit down beside them to observe and ask engaging uestions join in a little Baudelaire Hate his whoring if you will but there is a passion a depth a profound nature to it that would have me in rapid pursuit to follow him anywhere And the guy never seems disappointed That is what twists the knife in me time and time again But he’s not just writing of whore houses and opium dens telling us of their ugly and vile colors No He’s not just heading out on a heartless gutless mindless hedonistic romp No This is the debased as Ideal wrapping the demon up in lovely meter rhyme and high metaphor carrying the gutter into the heavens The Saint of Whores The Divinity of Syphilis The God of Pooping your Pants I love it He loves Not foul for a moment There is goodness in it all I can’t even crystalize Baudelaire without sounding silly To find Beauty in the Gutter This is the Man Far too much of it to originate from mere constructs and ideas No there are demons and gods at work Baudelaire wouldn’t even spit on a Renoir painting He’d just undress it and fly The Corpse on the lip a taste from God Possessed I can not get so close to It except through Baudelaire Beautiful Ugliness Goodness When literature helps you live a new life or at least revitalize it Les Fleurs du Mal or The Flowers of Evil or let’s extrapolate here The Beauty of Evil is a masterpiece of French literature which should have pride of place in any bookcase worth its name right between Milton’s Paradise Lost and Dante’s Divine Comedy For indeed the beauty of evil what with its mephitic yet oh so alluring aroma is exactly what this book is about—a collection of poems and elegies reflecting Baudelaire’s views on our poor human condition stemming mainly from our doomed lives upon which hovers like the sword of Damocles the inevitability of death while all the while we keep on fooling ourselves by pursuing the ever so elusive uest for a perfect world a perfect existence and dare I say it immortality Baudelaire’s answer to this plight of ours tentative though it may be is escapism—pure but mainly impure escapism—which under his pen takes various forms ranging from travels to drugs sex to faith sleep to contemplation—like so many petals of the flowers of evil the author plucks off one after another in a fateful game of Loves me Loves me notNeedless to say that Les Fleurs du Mal isn’t a book for everyone and that if you’re looking for a read to put a smile on your face you’d do well to turn around and look somewhere else It is fair to say that with his masterful poetry Baudelaire pierces not only our heart but our soul His words undress us completely and let us see us for what we really are—just human beings living our lives Which when we think about it isn’t so bad That is as long as we keep remembering to put into practice this little uote from yet another master of his genre “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us” And indeed it matters not how long we live but how well we live If anything Les Fleurs du Mal taught me that much Oh and The Lord of the Rings too of courseOLIVIER DELAYEAuthor of the SEBASTEN OF ATLANTIS series Here's a recent essay on Baudelaire from the trusty always interesting online mag The Millions So as to try to follow that I've got to disclose a bit of an embarrassment Baudelaire was for me the kind of poet only certain kinds of people liked By this I don't mean Francophiles or the merely pretentious but there was something that set a devotee of CB apart from your average earnest uavering verbose nervous poet or poetry fanboy It's hard to put it into words maybe you know it when you see it but there was something sort ofelegantandremovedand cynical about somebody who felt like carting around this haunted menagerie everywhere they went the way you just do with your favorite poets I'm no stranger to French poetry or literary bleakness believe you me but there was always something slightly creepy about Baudelaire I could never put my finger on why I recoiled from it and what this meant There's the languid morbid Romanticism fond of grand statements and magnificent imagery; the surgically precise mastery of rhyme and meter I don't speak than toddler's French but you can pretty much get a good sense of this stuff with the original text facing the English translations; the utterly bleak yet exotic nigh perfumed insights metaphoric associations and twists of phrase; the poet's own and those of his poetic subjects addictions and rhapsodies; the deep indescribable longings muddled with spleen; the detestation of smug comfort and propriety with the love of the 'perverse' the 'occult' and the melodious rumination mixed with ominous pervading ennui Well call me a hardheaded New England Pragmatist but there was something sort of suspiciously sickly about this guy I mean here I am 1122pm feasting on my pauper's pleasures of potato salad a rather stale corn muffin and a can of Sprite I'm very ok with this Not necessarily dying to be anywhere else or doing much else I'm content in my clean well lighted place down the street from the apt I mean haunted wonderlands are all well and good but in the words of Peter Griffin SOMEBODY THROW A FREAKING PIE My oldest friend a fine poet and a dedicated teacher and a loving husband and father just loved this stuff when we were growing up Still does in fact It inspired him I never uite got it I mean there's plenty to take from the poems AS poems but really where does one relate I wasn't outraged by Baudelaire I was given the willies I was just pretty definitively turned off by an elaborately detailed mockingly erotic poem about finding a maggot teeming corpse spreadeagled in the middle of a spring stroll with your loverI get it I get it but I'm gonna start slowly backing away now ok I didn't get it and I didn't even really want to Now that's totally changed I don't uite know why I think it's got something to do with reading Walter Benjamin's interesting take on Baudelaire's style and literary achievement on a bus on the way to visit said friend Nothing I like better than a fine and appreciative literary assessment And I really love it when someone's insights turn my own around So that planted the seed as did time and experience I'm not the same person I was when I first encountered poetry not to mention life itself and my tastes haven't changed in the sense of the old favorites the lodestars but they've definitely widened and evolved and been enriched and I think deepened I think I'm aware of ironies than I ever was and unfulfillment loss dead air and lights that turn off I've been dealing with a long string of anguish disappointment despair confusion and frustration Time has worn away some of the gilding from the world and this is what some like to call 'experience' Ok well sure but so what Well Baudelaire's one of the so whats I never understood what his kind of visionary poetics really meant what it did and where it brought the craft of poetry and the interested open minded reader I think in some ways this is the kind of poetry that you need to grow into Rimbaud works just fine when you're pissed off and rebellious and Promethean and you're 16 but he was a genius and his work survives real scrutiny and lasts after the humidity of adolescence cools off Baudelaire a poet Rimbaud admired btw no mean feat in and of itself reuires a little out of you to really start to absorb I've found Everybody knows by now that he was into hashish and absinthe and that he had plenty of torrid affairs and that he blew through most of his inheritance on the finest linens and dandied it up something fierce He also had uite the lovermistressmusefemme fatale as The Daily Beast makes clear What I think I missed out on initially was the old soul that shifts and speaks within these tortured skeptical vivid tastefully arranged and somehow gruesomely challenging poems Baudelaire isn't interested in pissing off the stuffy conventional reading public because he's a spoiled creepy brat it's because he has a vision of life his own his city's etc that just couldn't come across in any other guise I'm making an ass of myself now as per usual so I'm going to stop bumbling down the explication road and just uote this poem in full I'm not an expert or anything but I definitely think that this poem is essential Reversibility Angel of gladness do you know of anguish Shame of troubles sobs and of remorse And the vague terrors of those awful nights That sueeze the heart like paper in a ball Angel of gladness do you know of pain Angel of kindness do you know of hatred Clenched fists in the shadow tears of gall When Vengeance beats his hellish call to arms And makes himself the captain of our will Angel of kindness do you know revenge Angel of health are you aware of Fevers Who by pallid hospitals' great walls Stagger like exiles with the lagging foot Searching for sunlight mumbling with their lips Angel of health do you know of disease Angel of beauty do you know of wrinkles Fear of growing old the great torment To read the horror of self sacrifice In eyes our avid eyes had drunk for years Angel of beauty do you know these lines Angel of fortune happiness and light David in dying might have claimed the health That radiates from your enchanted flesh; But angel I implore only your prayers Angel of fortune happiness and light I was reading this at work looking out through the big windows and watching cold night full of pissing rain trembling in the puddles on the corner of the opposite side of the street sky all black stained yellow streetlights city spaces melancholic churning I think I get it now Sometimes you have to pick the flowers yourself Superlative Thrilling Sensual Naughty Macabre Joyous Liberating Essential Poetry for the reluctant poetry reader ie me A little distracted here listening to Belle Sebastian’s Write About Love which I finally acuired Hence the choppiness Great translation Don’t care about reading in the original or what is lost in translation Each translation adds to or improves the previous and this one reads pretty swell to me Where do I go from here Verlaine Rimbaud Mallarmé Pam Ayres No one’s on GR at the weekends anyway I don’t have to bust too many vessels being erudite Read this shit now Truly a uniue an haunting voice a visionary poet who forces you to uestion all that you find comforting immersion of the self into the torrent of humanity Receuillement BluesBlues be cool keep uiet you muthaIntruder second story man you enter with duskIt descends It's here an atmosphereSurrounds the town Builds some up knocks me downMeanwhile the rabble ruled by bodyPleasures thankless beasts overburdenedBuild toward a bundle of remorseIn drugged dances Blues take my handCome from them come here Look behind meAt the defunct years at the balconies Of heaven; in tattered copes rise outOf the waters of Regret The sun sleepsMoribund on a buttress; and listenMy true blues hear dusk's sweet steps see my Goodreads writings for my trans of L'ImprévuWe have Baudelaire to thank for the world renown of our second rate 19C poet Edgar Allan a Po po poe dee oh First rate storyteller imitated fairly well by Dickens once When a genius translates a less than; other examples TS Eliot's LaForgue Moliere's anybody Baudelaire also took crap from the French Government same year Flaubert got off because of the rank of his father his defense lawyer argued a guilty verdict would impugn Dr Flaubert much as Lizzie Borden's father was used in her defense in the courtroom a few miles from my house Since they lost the Flaubert case they went with zeal after Baudelaire managed to win stop his publisher and him in their tracks until they dropped ten poems later printed as Les épaves below I think Charley B was a nasty little prick a word I use advisedly rarely un petit bite; see his love poem to a corpse Butand this is a bigger butt than Charley'she was a genuine genius Unfortunately His first addresses me his reader well translated by R Lowell in Imitations as his Brother Hypocrite insightful for our recent US presidential winner who could start every rally so And of course he calls me his reader his brother hypocrite as I condescend from the great heights of my superior morality I am sure I would be disgusted by Charley B0 bo bo dee baudelaire I would not vote for him but I must vote for his disgusting verse One demurer B himself says that writing draws one away from screwing so he has created the disgust as an artistic enfranchisement And may I say having translated from a half dozen languages and published them Charley's Blues evoked a bit of his genius in me As an American baby boomer I've never understood the Russian Pushkin's obsession with скучно boredom but I find its source here in empire France Russia's birth culture as ours is England Peut être it's a remnant of upper class Marie Antoinette France Baudelaire's opening address to his reader ends with the descent of the Monster Ennui Gems throughout almost any poem can be praised in its concentrated tidal pull Say a little sheaf Les épaves Wrecks like the two schooners that rested on the shore of my childhood in Wiscasset Maine Hesper and the Luther Little Awakening very late he must pursue the sun god as she retires loses out to the god Nuit humid and full of chill An odor of the tomb the swampy residence of snails and toads Or the art painting in Prison by Delacroix Tasso on his bed turning pages with his feet inflamed with a terror of the dizzying circular stairs into the depths of his soul Laughter fills the prison with Doubt and Fear again not unlike US politics 2016 circling with grimaces and wails awakening from horrid dreams to find himself surrounded by four walls The Real His wonderful praise of Daumier defends the comedic historian's mockery not the harsh laugh of Satan but the gentle satire of the benevolent Europeans often suspect laughter; only the English writer embraces it alwaysthough not in the 2017 Nobel winner Two short poems are among Les épaves which he ends by addressing his harsh critic Monselet; but first Part II of his Monster the Macabre Nymph Fool you should go straight to the Devil I'm even happy to go with you If not for this frightful haste Which leaves me agitated Then Well better You go straight to Hell Garnier 199Then finally A Frisky Cabaret un cabaret folâtre You who dote on skeletons And detestable cliches To spice your voluptuous taste Stick to simple omelettes Oh great Pharaoh King Monselet In front of your unforeseen Instruction I dream of you In a bar At the cemetery six feet deep “And the serpent said unto the woman Ye shall not surely die for God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof then your eyes shall be opened and ye shall be as gods knowing good and evil” GenesisEver since the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge was eaten any lore became an attribute of evil So to read books in order to wide one’s horizons is just to sign a pact with the devil“Pillowed on evil Satan Trismegist Ceaselessly cradles our enchanted mind The flawless metal of our will we find Volatilized by this rare alchemistThe Devil holds the puppet threads; and swayed By noisome things and their repugnant spell Daily we take one further step toward Hell Suffering no horror in the olid shade”And of course the poets who manage to pack their words in the most seductive opuses are the worst of tempters“When by an edict of the powers supreme A poet's born into this world's drab space His mother starts in horror to blaspheme Clenching her fists at God who grants her grace”So when the poet unsheathes his stylus and applies it to vellum the flowers of evil effloresce Such are the poet’s morose ideals “What my heart deep as an abyss demands Lady Macbeth is your brave bloody hands And Aeschylus your dreams of rage and fright Or you vast Night daughter of Angelo's Who peacefully twist into a strange pose Charms fashioned for a Titan's mouth to bite”But when poets die their poems live“Then O my beauty tell the insatiate wormWho wastes you with his kissI have kept the godlike essence and the formOf perishable bliss” One of my favorite poets of all timeBaudelaire emphasized above all the disassociated character of modern experience the sense that alienation is an inevitable part of our modern world In his prose this complexity is expressed via harshness and shifts of moodThe constant emphasis on beauty and innocence even alongside the seamier aspects of humanity reinforce an existentialist ideal that rejects morality and embraces transgression Objects sensations and experiences often clash implicitly rejecting personal experiences and memories; only operations of consciousness eg revulsion and self criticism are valued and even exalted Indeed for Baudelaire the shock of experiencing is the act of living Baudelaire's talent for poetry aside his genius was to jolt the reader into this mindset to feel what he wanted to feel and experience what he wanted to experience I read Les Fleurs du Mal many years back but it is still within me Just a few words about this beautiful sometimes nightmarish masterpiece What do you expect to feel when reading Charles Baudelaire Nothing I expect falsely innocent but superior free flowing dream seuences of surrealism I loved to read of prophetic dreams with occasional moments of grace where the fallen world seems to transform itself into an eternally beautiful moment As always with poetry we have our preferences those that touches us deeper I am no poet so I have to satisfy myself to tell you that in its better moments for me it is simply splendidJust a tasteElevationAbove the ponds the rills and the dells The mountains and woods the clouds and the seas Beyond the sun and the galaxies Beyond the confines of the starry shellsO my mind you proceed with agility And as a good swimmer finds joy in the tideYou gaily traverse the heavens vast and wide With an indescribable and male felicityFly away beyond earth’s morbid miasmas; Purge yourself in the upper atmosphere And drink up divine liueur so clear The pure fire suffusing the vast cosmosBehind the worry and vast chagrin That weigh on our days as gloomy as night Happy is he who in vigorous flight Can depart for the fields bright and serene;He whose thoughts like uncaged birds Soar skyward each morning in liberty—Who floats above life and grasps effortlessly The language of flowers and things without wordsElévationAu dessus des étangs au dessus des vallées Des montagnes des bois des nuages des mers Par delà le soleil par delà les éthers Par delà les confins des sphères étoiléesMon esprit tu te meus avec agilité Et comme un bon nageur ui se pâme dans l’ondeTu sillonnes gaiement l’immensité profonde Avec une indicible et mâle volupté   Envole toi bien loin de ces miasmes morbides; Va te purifier dans l’air supérieur Et bois comme une pure et divine liueurLe feu clair ui remplit les espaces limpidesDerrière les ennuis et les vastes chagrins ui chargent de leur poids l’existence brumeuseHeureux celui ui peut d’une aile vigoureuse S’élancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins;Celui dont les pensers comme des alouettesVers les cieux le matin prennent un libre essor—ui plane sur la vie et comprend sans effort Le langage des fleurs et des choses muettes ACCUEIL GENERAL | Fleursdupassage Les Fleurs Du Passage Aux Fleurs Du Passage ROUEN Les Fleurs Paris — Concept stores Mode Maison Enfant La slection en ligne des boutiues Les Fleurs concept stores parisiens Maison Mode Dco Accessoires et Enfants Retrouvez tous les produits de nos boutiues Rue Trousseau et Passage Josset directement sur le site Les Fleurs Du Mal | Wiki Littrature | Fandom Les Fleurs du mal est un recueil de pomes crit par Charles Baudelaire et publi en Il 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