9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867
Anywhere Out Of The World
What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. Squibs, Intimate Journals, sct. 18 (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), rev. Don Bachardy (1989).
Hugo, like a priest, always has his head bowedbowed so low that he can see nothing except his own navel.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. "Squibs," sect. 22, Intimate Journals (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), revised by Don Bachardy (1989). Of Victor Hugo.
It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. Complete Works, vol. 1, "Shorter Prose Poems," ed. Yves-Gérard le Dantec; rev. Claude Pichois (1953). Enivrez-vous, Figaro (Paris, Feb. 7, 1864).
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27 Oct 2018 03:42
les fleur du mal- -dam near flawless- depending on which translation u get rest in poetry my gentle fellow mad poet i heart u (an it would b ah black heart, u know dat...)
02 May 2018 09:22
Dear poem hunter creators. My long overdue message to you. Wow. Great gaudy generous gratitude. Finding Baudelaire reminded me of all the thanks you deserve for this website. Bless you all. I turn to you so often for Respite and hope.