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O, suflete, privete-i! sunt triti i singuratici
Ridicoli fr voie, sinistre manechine
intind spre nicierea priviri de umbr pline
Netiutori de lume, cu umblet de lunatici.
Pe faa lor se stinge a cerului lumin!
Ei ochii i-i ndreapt spre larga deprtare
i-aa cum trec pe strad spre-o-nchipuit zare
Orict de greu li-e gndul, ei fruntea nu i-o-nclin.
Se pierd prin noaptea sor cu venica tcere...
Tu rzi i cni, cetate cu lacom plcere
i voluptatea vieii cu frenezie-o sorbi.
M vezi numai pe mine, mai jalnic dect ei
Iar inima m-ntreab, cnd trec cu paii grei
- De ce-i ridic ochii spre cer, srmanii orbi?
sonet de Charles Baudelaire
Les aveugles
Contemple-les, mon me ; ils sont vraiment affreux !
Pareils aux mannequins, vaguement ridicules ;
Terribles, singuliers comme les somnambules,
Dardant on ne sait o leurs globes tnbreux.
Leurs yeux, d'o la divine tincelle est partie,
Comme s'ils regardaient au loin, restent levs
Au ciel ; on ne les voit jamais vers les pavs
Pencher rveusement leur tte appesantie.
Ils traversent ainsi le noir illimit,
Ce frre du silence ternel. cit !
Pendant qu'autour de nous tu chantes, ris et beugles,
Eprise du plaisir jusqu' l'atrocit,
Vois, je me trane aussi ! mais, plus qu'eux hbt,
Je dis : Que cherchent-ils au Ciel, tous ces aveugles ?
Charles Baudelaire
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Charles Baudelaire
Died
August 31,
1867 (aged 46)
Paris, France
Occupation
Nationality
French
Period
18441866
Literary
movement
Symbolist, Modernist
Signature
French literature
by category
1.1Early life
1.2Published career
1.2.1The Flowers of Evil
1.3Final years
2Critiques
2.2Eugne Delacroix
2.3Richard Wagner
2.4Thophile Gautier
2.5douard Manet
2.6Nadar
3Philosophy
3.1Love
3.2Marriage
3.3The artist
3.4Pleasure
3.5Politics
3.6The public
3.7Time
4Influence
5Works
o
5.1Musical adaptations
6See also
7References
8External links
8.1Online texts
8.1.1Single works
Baudelaire was born in Paris, France, on April 9, 1821, and baptized two months
later at Saint-Sulpice Roman Catholic Church.[3] His father, Franois Baudelaire, a
senior civil servant and amateur artist, was 34 years older than Baudelaire's
mother. Franois died during Baudelaire's childhood, in 1827. The following year,
Caroline married Lieutenant Colonel Jacques Aupick, who later became a French
ambassador to various noble courts. Biographers have often seen this as a crucial
moment, considering that finding himself no longer the sole focus of his mother's
affection left him with a trauma, which goes some way to explaining the excesses
later apparent in his life. He stated in a letter to her that, "There was in my
childhood a period of passionate love for you." [4] Baudelaire regularly begged his
mother for money throughout his career, often promising that a lucrative
publishing contract or journalistic commission was just around the corner.
Baudelaire was educated in Lyon, where he boarded. Baudelaire at fourteen was
described by a classmate: "He was much more refined and distinguished than
any of our fellow pupils [...] we are bound to one another [...] by shared tastes
and sympathies, the precocious love of fine works of literature." [5] Baudelaire was
erratic in his studies, at times diligent, at other times prone to "idleness". Later,
he attended the Lyce Louis-le-Grand in Paris, studying law, a popular course for
those not yet decided on any particular career. Baudelaire began to frequent
prostitutes and may have contracted gonorrhea and syphilis during this period.
Baudelaire began to run up debts, mostly for clothes. Upon gaining his degree in
1839, he told his brother "I don't feel I have a vocation for anything." His
stepfather had in mind a career in law or diplomacy, but instead Baudelaire
decided to embark upon a literary career. His mother later recalled: "Oh, what
grief! If Charles had let himself be guided by his stepfather, his career would
have been very different.... He would not have left a name in literature, it is true,
but we should have been happier, all three of us." [6]
where he began to compose some of the poems of "Les Fleurs du Mal". At 21, he
received a good-sized inheritance but squandered much of it within a few years.
His family obtained a decree to place his property in trust, [8] which he resented
bitterly, at one point arguing that allowing him to fail alone financially would have
been the one sure way of teaching him the value of maintaining well-ordered
finances.
Baudelaire became known in artistic circles as a dandy and free-spender. During
this time, Jeanne Duval became his mistress. His mother thought Duval a "Black
Venus" who "tortured him in every way" and drained him of money at every
opportunity.[9] She was rejected by his family. He made a suicide attempt during
this time.
Baudelaire took part in the Revolutions of 1848 and wrote for a revolutionary
newspaper. However, his interest was passing, as he was later to note in his
political writings in his journals.
In the early 1850s, Baudelaire struggled with poor health, pressing debts, and
irregular literary output. He often moved from one lodging to another to escape
creditors. He received many projects that he was unable to complete, though he
did finish translations of stories by Edgar Allan Poe.
Upon the death of his stepfather in 1857, Baudelaire received no mention in the
will but he was heartened nonetheless that the division with his mother might
now be mended. At 36 he wrote her: "believe that I belong to you absolutely, and
that I belong only to you".[10]
Published career[edit]
His first published work was his art review "Salon of 1845", which attracted
immediate attention for its boldness. Many of his critical opinions were novel in
their time, including his championing of Delacroix, and some of his views seem
remarkably in tune with the future theories of the Impressionist painters.
In 1846, Baudelaire wrote his second Salon review, gaining additional credibility
as an advocate and critic of Romanticism. His support of Delacroix as the
foremost Romantic artist gained widespread notice. [11] The following year
Baudelaire's novella La Fanfarlo was published.
"You know that I have always considered that literature and the arts pursue an
aim independent of morality. Beauty of conception and style is enough for me.
But this book, whose title (Fleurs du mal) says everything, is clad, as you will see,
in a cold and sinister beauty. It was created with rage and patience. Besides, the
proof of its positive worth is in all the ill that they speak of it. The book enrages
people. Moreover, since I was terrified myself of the horror that I should inspire, I
cut out a third from the proofs. They deny me everything, the spirit of invention
and even the knowledge of the French language. I don't care a rap about all these
imbeciles, and I know that this book, with its virtues and its faults, will make its
way in the memory of the lettered public, beside the best poems of V. Hugo, Th.
Gautier and even Byron."[20]
in his own brain but never taken shape. Baudelaire had much in
common with Poe (who died in 1849 at age forty). The two poets
display a similar sensibility of the macabre and supernatural turn of
mind; each struggled with illness, poverty, and melancholy. Like
Poe, Baudelaire believed in the doctrine of original sin, denounced
democracy and the idea of progress and of man's natural goodness,
and Poe held a disdainful aristocratic attitude similar to
Baudelaire's dandy.[28]Baudelaire saw in Poe a precursor and tried
to be his French contemporary counterpart. [29] From this time until
1865, he was largely occupied with translating Poe's works; his
translations were widely praised. Baudelaire was not the first
French translator of Poe, but his "scrupulous translations" were
considered among the best. These were published as Histoires
extraordinaires (Extraordinary stories) (1852), Nouvelles histoires
extraordinaires (New extraordinary stories) (1857), Aventures
d'Arthur Gordon Pym, Eureka, and Histoires grotesques et
srieuses (Grotesque and serious stories) (1865). Two essays on
Poe are to be found in his Oeuvres compltes (Complete works)
(vols. v. and vi.).
Eugne Delacroix[edit]
A strong supporter of the Romantic painter Delacroix, Baudelaire
called him "a poet in painting". Baudelaire also absorbed much of
Delacroix's aesthetic ideas as expressed in his journals. As
Baudelaire elaborated in his "Salon of 1846", "As one contemplates
his series of pictures, one seems to be attending the celebration of
some grievous mystery.... This grave and lofty melancholy shines
with a dull light ... plaintive and profound like a melody by
Weber."[11] Delacroix, though appreciative, kept his distance from
Baudelaire, particularly after the scandal of Les Fleurs du mal. In
private correspondence, Delacroix stated that Baudelaire "really
gets on my nerves" and he expressed his unhappiness with
Baudelaire's persistent comments about "melancholy" and
"feverishness".[30]
Richard Wagner[edit]
Baudelaire had no formal musical training, and knew little of
composers beyond Beethoven and Carl Maria von Weber. Weber
was in some ways Wagner's precursor, using theleitmotif and
conceiving the idea of the "total art work" ("Gesamtkunstwerk"),
both of which gained Baudelaire's admiration. Before even hearing
Wagner's music, Baudelaire studied reviews and essays about him,
and formulated his impressions. Later, Baudelaire put them into his
non-technical analysis of Wagner, which was highly regarded,
particularly his essay "Richard Wagner et Tannhuser Paris".
[31]
at the nursing home and she would play passages from Wagner for
Baudelaire on the piano.[37]
Nadar[edit]
Nadar (Flix Tournachon) was a noted caricaturist, scientist and
important early photographer. Baudelaire admired Nadar, one of his
closest friends, and wrote: "Nadar is the most amazing
manifestation of vitality."[38] They moved in similar circles and
Baudelaire made many social connections through him. Nadar's exmistress Jeanne Duval became Baudelaire's mistress around 1842.
Baudelaire became interested in photography in the 1850s and,
denouncing it as an art form, advocated its return to "its real
purpose, which is that of being the servant to the sciences and
arts". Photography should not, according to Baudelaire, encroach
upon "the domain of the impalpable and the imaginary". [39]Nadar
remained a stalwart friend right to Baudelaire's last days and wrote
his obituary notice in Le Figaro.
Philosophy[edit]
Many of Baudelaire's philosophical proclamations were considered
scandalous and intentionally provocative in his time. He wrote on a
wide range of subjects, drawing criticism and outrage from many
quarters.
Love[edit]
"There is an invincible taste for prostitution in the heart of man,
from which comes his horror of solitude. He wants to be 'two'. The
man of genius wants to be 'one'.... It is this horror of solitude, the
need to lose oneself in the external flesh, that man nobly calls 'the
need to love'."[40]
Marriage[edit]
"Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it,
and it created marriage."[40]
The artist[edit]
"The more a man cultivates the arts, the less randy he becomes....
Only the brute is good at coupling, and copulation is the lyricism of
the masses. To copulate is to enter into anotherand the artist
never emerges from himself."[40]
Pleasure[edit]
"Personally, I think that the unique and supreme delight lies in the
certainty of doing 'evil'and men and women know from birth that
all pleasure lies in evil."[40]
"But what can eternity of damnation matter to someone who has
felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight??"
Politics[edit]
Along with Poe, Baudelaire named the arch-reactionary Joseph de
Maistre as his matre penser[41] and adopted increasingly
aristocratic views. In his journals, he wrote "There is no form of
rational and assured government save an aristocracy. A monarchy
or a republic, based upon democracy, are equally absurd and
feeble. The immense nausea of advertisements. There are but
three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the warrior and the poet.
To know, to kill and to create. The rest of mankind may be taxed
and drudged, they are born for the stable, that is to say, to practise
what they call professions." [42]
The public[edit]
"In this regards, my friend, you're like the public, to whom one
should never offer a delicate perfume. It exasperates them. Give
them only carefully selected garbage." [43]
Time[edit]
"The will to work must dominate, for art is long and time is
brief."[43] (quoting Hippocrates)
"Each man bears within himself his own dose of natural opium,
incessantly secreted and renewed, and, from birth to death, how
many hours can we count filled with pleasure,with prosperous and
effective action?" [43]
Influence[edit]
La Fanfarlo, 1847
Fuses, 1897
Musical adaptations[edit]
French singer David TMX recorded the poem "Lesbos" from The
Flowers of Evil.
English rock band The Cure used the translation of "Les yeux
des pauvres" as lyrics for the song "How Beautiful You Are".
See also[edit]
Les Aveugles
31 Translations of
Spleen
by Nicholas Moore
Le Balcon
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The Blind
The Blind
My soul, survey them, dreadful as they seem.
Like marionettes, ridiculous they stare.
Strange as somnambulists that, in their dream,
Dart shadowy orbs around we know not where.
Their eyes, from which the heavenly spark has flown
Remain uplifted, as in distant quest,
Skyward: but never on the paving stone
Do they pore dreamingly or come to rest.
They traverse thus the illimitable Dark,
Twin of eternal Silence. While the City
May sing around us, bellow, laugh, or bark,
By pleasure blinded even to horror, I,
Too, drag my way, but, more a thing of pity,
Ask what the Blind are seeking there on high.
Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York:
Pantheon Books, 1952)
The Blind
Look at them, Soul! They are horrible. Lo! there,
Like shrunk dwarfs, vaguely ludicrous; yet they keep
An aspect strange as those who walk in sleep.
Rolling their darkened orbs one knows not where.
Their eyes, from which the godlike spark has flown,
Stare upward at the sky as though to see
Some far thing; never hang they dreamily
Those eyes toward the barren pavement-stone.
Thus cross they the illimitable dark,
That brother of eternal silence. Mark!
O frenzied city, as thou roarest by.
Drunk with thy song and laughter, I too stray
With crawling feet! but ask, more dull than they,
"What seek they, all these blind men, in the sky?"
Jack Collings Squire, Poems and Baudelaire
Flowers (London: The New Age Press, Ltd, 1909)