Comte de Lautréamont





Comte de Lautréamont

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born
in Montevideo, Uruguay
April 04, 1846

died
November 24, 1870

gender
male

genre

influences
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron, Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Baudelaire,...more


About this author

Comte de Lautréamont (French pronunciation: [lotʁeaˈmɔ̃]) was the pseudonym of Isidore Lucien Ducasse, an Uruguayan-born French poet.

His only works, Les Chants de Maldoror and Poésies, had a major influence on modern literature, particularly on the Surrealists and the Situationists. Les Chants de Maldoror is often described as the first surrealist book. He died at the young age of 24 years old.


Average rating: 4.26 · 2,610 ratings · 155 reviews · 12 distinct works · Similar authors
Maldoror and the Complete W...
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4.29 of 5 stars 4.29 avg rating — 1,443 ratings — published 1869 — 11 editions
Les Chants de Maldoror
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4.2 of 5 stars 4.20 avg rating — 847 ratings — published 1869 — 29 editions
Maldoror and Poems
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4.29 of 5 stars 4.29 avg rating — 249 ratings — published 1988 — 10 editions
Les Chants de Maldoror et a...
4.25 of 5 stars 4.25 avg rating — 52 ratings — published 2001 — 3 editions
Poésies
4.05 of 5 stars 4.05 avg rating — 20 ratings — published 1869 — 3 editions
The Book of Masks: An Antho...
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4.27 of 5 stars 4.27 avg rating — 44 ratings — published 1995
The Second Dedalus Book of ...
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4.33 of 5 stars 4.33 avg rating — 12 ratings — published 1992 — 2 editions
Cuentos perversos
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4.33 of 5 stars 4.33 avg rating — 3 ratings — published 2010
Oeuvres Complètes d'Isidore...
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5.0 of 5 stars 5.00 avg rating — 2 ratings — published 1963
Poesie
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5.0 of 5 stars 5.00 avg rating — 1 rating — published 1979
More books by Comte de Lautréamont…
“As beautiful as the chance encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on an operating table.”
Comte de Lautréamont

“I sought a soul that might resemble mine, and I could not find it. I scanned all the crannies of the earth: my perseverance was useless. Yet I could not remain alone. There had to be someone who would approve of my character; there had to be someone with the same ideas as myself. It was morning. The sun in all his magnificence rose on the horizon, and behold, there also appeared before my eyes a young man whose presence made flowers grow as he passed. He approached me and held out his hand: “I have come to you, you who seek me. Let us give thanks for this happy day.” But I replied: “Go! I did not summon you. I do not need your friendship… .” It was evening. Night was beginning to spread the blackness of her veil over nature. A beautiful woman whom I could scarcely discern also exerted her bewitching sway upon me and looked at me with compassion. She did not, however, dare speak to me. I said: “Come closer that I may discern your features clearly, for at this distance the starlight is not strong enough to illumine them.” Then, with modest demeanour, eyes lowered, she crossed the greensward and reached my side. I said as soon as I saw her: “I perceive that goodness and justice have dwelt in your heart: we could not live together. Now you are admiring my good looks which have bowled over more than one woman. But sooner or later you would regret having consecrated your love to me, for you do not know my soul. Not that I shall be unfaithful to you: she who devotes herself to me with so much abandon and trust — with the same trust and abandon do I devote myself to her. But get this into your head and never forget it: wolves and lambs look not on one another with gentle eyes.” What then did I need, I who rejected with disgust what was most beautiful in humanity!”
Comte de Lautréamont, Maldoror and the Complete Works

“Farewell until eternity, where you and I shall not find ourselves together.”
Comte de Lautréamont, Les Chants de Maldoror

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