/lit/ - Literature

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Franciscae meae laudes

Novis te cantabo chordis,
O novelletum quod ludis
In solitudine cordis.

Esto sertis implicata,
Ô femina delicata
Per quam solvuntur peccata!

Sicut beneficum Lethe,
Hauriam oscula de te,
Quae imbuta es magnete.

Quum vitiorum tempegtas
Turbabat omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,

Velut stella salutaris
In naufragiis amaris.....
Suspendam cor tuis aris!

Piscina plena virtutis,
Fons æternæ juventutis
Labris vocem redde mutis!

Quod erat spurcum, cremasti;
Quod rudius, exaequasti;
Quod debile, confirmasti.

In fame mea taberna
In nocte mea lucerna,
Recte me semper guberna.

Adde nunc vires viribus,
Dulce balneum suavibus
Unguentatum odoribus!

Meos circa lumbos mica,
O castitatis lorica,
Aqua tincta seraphica;

Patera gemmis corusca,
Panis salsus, mollis esca,
Divinum vinum, Francisca!

— Charles Baudelaire

>>15471353
>There's boredom
this

>>15380550
>What do I think about voting, the right to elections, the rights of man?
>Anything with a function is vile.
>A dandy does nothing. Can you imagine a dandy talking to a crowd, except to ridicule them?
>The only reasonable and assured form of government is the aristocracy.
>Monarchies or republics based on democracy are equally absurd and weak.
>There are three kinds of respectable beings: the priest, the warrior, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
>The rest of men are for commanding or exploiting. They are destined for the stables, that is to say, to have jobs.

How penetrating are the end of autumnal days! Ah! so penetrating it hurts! because there are certain delicious sensations and their vagueness do not diminish their intensity; there are none sharper than those belonging to Infinity.
What a grand delight to plunge one's eyes into the immensity of the sky and sea! Solitude, silence, the incomparable chastity of the azur! a small sail shakes in the horizon. Its smallness and isolation imitates my irremediable existence, the monotone melody of the water's swell, all these things think for me, or I for them (because in the greatness of dreams, the "I" disappears quickly!) ; they think, I say, but musically and picturesquely, without arguments, without syllogisms, without deductions. However, these thoughts, either emanating from me or from external things, become too much, unbearable, intense.Voluptuous energy creates sickness and a positive suffering. My much too tensed nerves only give themselves over to sharp and painful vibrations.
And now the sky's profundity alarms me; its limpidness exasperates me. The sea's indifference, the spectacle's immutability, disgust me...Ah! must we eternally have to suffer? or escape eternally from the beautiful? Nature, merciless sorceress, the undefeated rival, leave me alone! Stop trying to tempt my desires and my pride! Beauty's study is a battle in which the artist cries out from fright before being slain.

>>15003198
Baudelaire wrote a poem about this

I am the pipe of an author;
One sees by my color,
Abyssinian or Kaffir,
That my master's a great smoker.

When he is laden with sorrow,
I smoke like a cottage
Where they are preparing dinner
For the return of the ploughman.

I clasp and lull his soul
In the wavy blue web
That rises from my fiery mouth.

I give forth clouds of dittany
That warm his heart and cure
His mind of its fatigue.

>>14920292
>Pourquoi l'homme d'esprit aime les filles plus que les femmes du monde, malgré qu'elles soient également bêtes ? A trouver.
Why does a man of wit love girls more than the sophisticated women, even though they are equally as stupid? That's to find out.
Baudelaire's Mon coeur mise à nu

>Rousseau was an idiot. He was naturally stoned without the need of hashish: he believed man was naturally good.

>>14841054
Take the Baudelairepill. Beauty makes existence worth living, turns boredom into joy.
>One must always be drunk: either by poetry, by virtue or by drinking, one must always be drunk.
I would advise not to read too much into being drunk with wine. He made a comment in one of his essays that it won't be his fault if weak minded people, who don't have a moral/religious compass before reading his work, become degenerates by misreading his work.

>>14766993
books like this and goosebumps is why im such a morbid fuck today.

>>14675202
Yes. Poe in his lifetime wasn't well appreciated, at least in America, due to his snobby style (throwing in French and Latin) as well as his complicated syntax (how his sentences are organized).
For example
a) upon the rushing river, falls the warm rays of the great orb of fire
b) the sun shines on the river
Poe would be more like A.
To paraphrase Baudelaire's essay on him (the snobby French loved him), Poe was disliked by many and lived in poverty because he wouldn't disgrace his genius to be understood by the vulgar masses, which is why publishers didn't want to put his work out. What kind of American would read him?
The best way to read someone like Poe is like what >>14674818 this anon did. Take it apart grammatically and take your time. Poe isn't supposed to be read quickly.

>>14668707
I know this is bait but mass consumption of books without re-reading is a waste of time, especially if the books you are reading don't deserve to even be read once.

>Sure. Some artists names are known to the masses like Shakespeare and Milton. But do they understand them? No. If they know anything about them, it is there name and perhaps a quote here and there. If they had read them, it was only once, that is to say haven't read them at all.

>>14545190
greetings young lady... can I smell your glasses? I want to know how heaven smells

>>14525610
>A biographer said seriously, that Poe, if he had wanted to normalize his genius and apply his creative faculties in a more appropriate manner for American readers, could've been a money making author. Another one said, who was the head of literary journals and reviews, that he was hard to employ and had to be paid less because his style was too rich for the vulgar reading public.