Rds 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 lawlessMay 27 14 Also on my blog Photo credit Charles Baudelaire CC Charles Baudelaire s Little Poems in Prose The Spleen of Paris are inseparable The Last of the Renshai from Paris and the architectural social and economic transformations that the capital experienced in the second half of the 19th centuryThe street plays aundamental role in this because it represents the meeting place par excellence a place of extraordinary mixing the classes of the society crossed there the beings crowds or individuals are offered in their diversity their generality or their specificity revealing a Even Eagles Need a Push: Learning to Soar in a Changing World form of their truth and revealing a style of their honesty and authenticityHow does time the history of France and Europe the history of ideas scientific and technological progress change Baudelaire s vision and poetics to the point of bringing it into modernity to be one of the initiatorsIn the Spleen of Paris Baudelaire becomes a man of the street ranger voyeur and clairvoyant It is in this largeascinating and repulsive city that Paris is that Baudelaire seeks his inspiration and no longer in the spectacle of natureIt is here in this place of debauchery and wanderings rom which beauty sometimes arises that it expands the ield of inner experienceTurning his back on conventional poetry he then enters modernity I eel 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 ashion 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 The images sit in the back of mind waiting to be recalled again Then when the mood strikes you jump to the bookcase and At Sixes and Sevens franticallylip the pages to ind that image once again to ind that perfect phrase that lucid expression that just sits there like an enigmatic cat unmoving with deep set eyes that The Last Honest Man: Mordecai Richler: An Oral Biography flash and hint at some mysterious profundityThis is true at least of the good poetry and Baudelaire gives us bags and bagsull of those enigmatic cats please excuse the cruel metaphor in this collection I m not sure why Le The Catholic Home fleurs de mal gets all the attention These prose poems read so much pure and uninhibited by the confines of poetic tradition How can one resist such a beautiful manifesto to life as thisOne must beor ever drunken that is the sole uestion of importance If you would not Sarah Binks 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 headeels 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 the exuberance of Romanticism but was unwilling the accept the alseness of itMaybe we could call this a pragmatic Romanticism or a realistic Romanticism Hoping or the ideal while accepting the real One example of this can be seen in Artist s Confiteor which is a orm of prayer confessing sins 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
of the sky me its purity irritates me Here we have a realistic relationship between man and nature Beauty and the artist which leads to the inal line of the poem The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist shrieks with terror before being overcome 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 of dreams Wonderful dreams. Pment of the genre of prose poetry a The Wanderers format which Baudelaire saw as particularly suitedor expressing the The Last Dickens feelings of uncertaintylux and Standing for Something: 10 Neglected Virtues That Will Heal Our Hearts and Homes freedom of his age and one of theounding texts of literary modernis. .Depth Of The Sky
Each one springing Takedown: The Fall of the Last Mafia Empire 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 inact 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
is engaging and He managed irony with such a style All in all I liked itHowever in my opinion Paris Spleen is the real gem of this itHowever in my opinion Paris Spleen is the real gem of this 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 orm of writing It takes a lot of work and you might end up with either a beautiful piece of literature or something too stupid to even take a look at I used to use that techniue when I was younger and I thought I could write without even knowing what I was doing It wasn t until I read Woolf s Mrs Dalloway or Faulkner s The Sound and The Fury something I should reread because I never wrote a review or it and now I wouldn t be able to do so that I knew what this narrative mode could generate the intriguing yet Diamantmysteriet fearfuleeling of being inside someone s headThis is Baudelaire a defiant allen angel with a uniue lyrical voice willing to let it all out to show humanity the darkest depths of everyone s soul And or that he became Sacrilege Vice Decadence And TruthThere are many memorable themes in these prose poemsThe ear of Time Ah or us miserable old emales the era of pleasing even the innocent ones is over and we arouse only horror in the little children we want To Love 41The Unbearable Beauty Of NatureAnd love 41The unbearable beauty of NatureAnd 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 lee 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 light up a cigar next to a cask of gunpowder just to see to know to tempt The Pocket Mommy fate toorce himself to prove he has the energy to play the gambler to Unnatural Leadership: Going Against Intuition and Experience to Develop Ten New Leadership Instincts feel the pleasures of anxiety oror no reason As If Being 12 3/4 Isnt Bad Enough, My Mother Is Running for President! for a whimor 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 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 As If Being 12 3/4 Isn't Bad Enough, My Mother Is Running for President! first a double turn of the lock Ieel as if this extra turn of the key will strengthen my solitude and Stickman Odyssey, Book 2: The Wrath of Zozimos fortify the barricades that now separate merom the world 53LifeYou should always be drunk In order not to The Last of the Tribe 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 contemplating beauty starts consuming our being when we think our body can t bear it any poetry emerges personifying a merciful savior to us all If we are in luck we will be able to write or purge ourselves through otherorms 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 ecund 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 rom uoting 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 The Book of Air for some strange reason you dislike poetry I suggest you these prose poems You willind yourself immersed in dark waters uietly 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 eel what to others is imperceptible To convert beauty into wo. 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.Prose Is Engaging And
DOWNLOAD Á E-book, or Kindle E-pub ¼ Charles BaudelaireAh Charles if you had been born in our time you d be a blogger extraordinaire Decadent passionate and misogynistic this poet stole my heart rom Edgar Allen Poe and broke it on the cobbled streets of that Eternal City Don t come looking or a sympathetic heartBaudelaire is bitter despondent and completely adorable Read this and tell me he s not a man before his time I never really understood the appeal of Les Fleurs du Mal but so many people love it that I started to The Seduction of Miranda Prosper feel bad What was I missing Along comes this book Paris Spleen which isull 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 The Warrior Princess of Pennyroyal Academy feel like I have a sense of who Baudelaire might have been as a person Plus his humor is so oddSoup and CloudsMy adorable little minx was serving me supper through the dining room s open window I was contemplating the shifting architectures God createsrom vapour those marvellous constructions of the evanescent As I watched I thought Those apparitions are nearly as beautiful as my sweet lady s eyes the mad little green eyed monsterSuddenly a violent The Pierced Heart fist landed in my back and I heard a charming raw voice hysterical and brandy damaged the voice of my little darling saying Get on with your bloody soup cloud merchant Tell me enigmatical man whom do you love best youratheryour mother your sister or your brotherI have neither ather nor mother nor sister nor brotherYour riendsNow you 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 there up therethe wonderful clouds Baudelaire is a lover of dichotomy richpoor solitudesociety excrementperfume She is very ugly She is nevertheless delectable A Thorough Bred The unstated purpose of each poem is to transform degradation and disunity into an unsettled and ironic harmony or at least to shine a light on the beauty of decay They are passionate poems they move with Elizabeth I force but with time it becomes apparent that each of them moves in aamiliar pattern and by the end of the collection it is comforting to ind each poem discover its point of balance amidst the contradictions A Hemisphere in a Head of HairLong Let Me Inhale The let me inhale the of your hairinto it plunge the whole of my ace like a thirsty maninto the waters of a spring and wave it in my Theres Always a Trail / Home in the Valley 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 soulloats upon perfumes as the souls of other menupon musicYour hair contains an entire dream ull of sails and masts it contains vast seas whose soft monsoons bear me to delightful climateswhere space is deeper and bluer wherethe atmosphereis perfumed with ruit with oliage and with human skinIn
the ocean of your hair I am shown brief visions of a portresounding with melancholy songs of vigorousocean of your hair I am shown brief visions of a portresounding with melancholy songs of vigorous of all nationsand ships of all shapes outlining their The Everyman Book of Nonsense Verse fine and complicated architecturesagainst an immense sky where eternal heat languidly uiversIn the glowingire grate of your hair I inhale the odorof opium mingled with sugar in the night of your hairI see the infinity of tropical azure resplendant on the downed banks of your hair I inebriate myselfwith the mingled odors of tar of musk and of coconut oilLong let me bite your heavy black tressesWhen I gnaw your elastic and rebellious hairit seems to methat I am eating memories Who among us 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 soul the undulations of dreams and sudden leaps of consciousnessContrary to popular belief I had never read Baudelaire until now I ve trusted Walter Benjamin and lately Calasso to provide me with a well informed ethos about this central igure 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 orgiving likely not There is a buzzing pulse at play a hum and a Ten Years Beyond Baker Street: forgiving glance 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. Set in a modern urban Paris the prose pieces in this volume constitute aurther exploration of the terrain Baudelaire had covered in his verse masterpiece The Flowers of Evil the city and its sualor and ineua. .