Fuck yeah Baudelaire

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“….these page proofs are today the only document which allows us to reconstruct the genesis of Les Fleurs du mal, from the withdrawal of the first dedication to Théophile Gautier, on March 8, 1857, until the last corrections.”

- From The European Library

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"I am the vampire of my own heart,
one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter
who can no longer smile.
Am I dead?
I must be dead."

Charles Baudelaire

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"C’est l’Ennui! —l’œil chargé d’un pleur involontaire,
Il rêve d’échafauds en fumant son houka.
Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat,
—Hypocrite lecteur,—mon semblable,—mon frère!"

Les fleurs du mal

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Notes Je t’adore… by Charles Baudelaire

I idolize you like the vault of night,
tall woman, vase of all sadness.
I love you more since you’re apart from me
and since you seem, through trickery of night,
to further fade into the miles that lie
between my arms and blue immensity.

~ Baudelaire, from Je t’adore (I idolize you)

#poetry #Charles Baudelaire #Baudelaire

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"A great destiny lies before poetry! Happy or despondent, poetry always bears within it its divine and utopian nature. It constantly contradicts reality, for if it did not, it would cease to be."

Baudelaire

#Baudelaire

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"As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life."

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loquaciousconnoisseur:

Henri-Fantin Latour

Hommage à Delacroix (1864)

Musée d’Orsay, Paris

- De gauche à droite, assis : Duranty, Fantin-Latour, Champfleury, Baudelaire. De gauche à droite, debout : Cordier, Legros, Whistler, Manet, Bracquemond, Balleroy.

#henri fantin-latour #delacroix #baudelaire #whistler #manet #bracquemond #impressionism #orsay #Paris #art

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Notes ...and yet you wear camellias.: my favorite poem.

dasweissenrosen:

THE SOUP AND THE CLOUDS

My little mad darling was giving me dinner, and through the open window of the dining room, I was contemplating the moving architectures that God makes out of vapours, those marvelous constructions of the impalpable. And I said to myself, in the midst of meditation: ‘All…

#baudelaire #the soup and the clouds #la soupe et les nuages #french #poem #poetry #prose

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(Source: thedeerandtheoak)

#Charles Baudelaire #Baudelaire #Prolog