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Paris Spleen

4.33 of 5 stars 4.33  ·  rating details  ·  6,199 ratings  ·  190 reviews
Set in a modern, urban Paris, the prose pieces in this volume constitute a further exploration of the terrain Baudelaire had covered in his verse masterpiece, The Flowers of Evil: the city and its squalor and inequalities, the pressures of time and mortality, and the liberation provided by the sensual delights of intoxication, art, and women. Published posthumously in 1869 ...more
Paperback, 118 pages
Published January 17th 1970 by New Directions (first published 1851)
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I have this book by my bed. Before I drop my eyes into deep sleep I like to read a page or two of this book. It gives me a certain sense ..... of dreams. Wonderful dreams.

J'aurais eu bien du mal à entrer dans l'univers très particulier de ces poèmes en prose de Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867) si je n'avais pas lu au préalable son peintre de la vie moderne, un essai dans lequel il expose son état d'esprit vis à vis de l'art: quelque chose de fugace, de fragile, sans cesse menacé par la lourdeur et la bêtise ambiante, une fleur rare à cueillir non pas seulement sur les monts Ida ou Parnasse, mais aussi et surtout dans l'activité des faubourgs, le fracas et les traca
A Hemisphere in a Head of Hair

Long let me inhale, the odour of your hair,
into it plunge the whole of my face, like a thirsty man
into the waters of a spring and wave it in my fingers like a scented handkerchief,
to shake memories into the air.

If you could know all that I see! All that I hear
in your hair! My soul floats upon perfumes as the souls of other men
upon music.

Your hair contains an entire dream, full of sails and masts;
it contains vast seas whose soft monsoons bear me to delightful climat
Meraviglioso esempio di poesia come metodo per indagare la verità: il poeta sfiora e rivela col suo linguaggio tutto ciò che parole più concrete e meno ambigue lascerebbero, inevitabilmente, nell'ombra. Probabilmente, neppure Baudelaire avrebbe saputo spiegare come si possa far luce su qui misteri senza nominarli; ci accontentiamo, per così dire, dello spettacolo offerto dalla sua prosa, abbandonando ogni pretesa di comprenderne la meccanica, ed evitando così di soffocarne l'incanto. Ma queste p ...more
ماهرعبد الرحمن

لا بد للمرء من أن يكون سكرانا دائما. تلك هي الخلاصة : تلك هي القضية الوحيدة. فلكي لا تشعروا بعبء الزمن الفادح الذي يحطم كواهلكم و يحنيكم إلى التراب ، لا بد لكم من أن تسكروا بلا هوادة.
و لكن بماذا ؟ بالخمر أو بالشعر أو بالفضيلة ، بحسب ما تهوون. و لكن اسكروا.
و إذا حدث مرة ، على سلالم قصر أو على العشب الأخضر لحفرة أو في الوحدة الكئيبة لغرفتك ، أن أفقت ، لأن السكر قد تراجع أو تبدد بالفعل ، اسأل الريح و الموجة و النجمة و العصفور و الساعة و كل ما يهرب و كل ما يتأوه و كل ما يدور و كل ما يغرد و كل
I never really understood the appeal of Les Fleurs du Mal, but so many people love it that I started to feel bad. What was I missing? Along comes this book, Paris Spleen, which is full of prose poems made of equal parts humor, cynicism, and insight (and often all three within a paragraph). I like these poems because reading it, I feel like I have a sense of who Baudelaire might have been as a person...

Plus, his humor is so odd:
Soup and Clouds

My adorable little minx was serving me supper; throu
Mike Lester
I once used this book to get into a girl's pants. Ultimately, they did not fit. 5 decadent stars...
I feel odd labeling a book of poetry as 'read'. That's not how a book of poetry is appreciated. It's not the simple act of opening to page one, reading each page in a linear fashion, then putting it back on the shelf (or in this case, closing the Kindle). Poetry is something that one must refer back to again and again. The images sit in the back of the mind waiting to be recalled again. Then, when the mood strikes, you jump to the bookcase and frantically flip the pages to find that image once a ...more
Me gustaron mucho estos “poemas” y me llevé una sorpresa: no sabía que implicaban sentimentalmente al lector. Tampoco sabía que eran poemas más directos que los de Las flores del mal a la hora de hablar de problemas como la pobreza o la ambición, temas muy tratados en la literatura del siglo XIX.

Más allá de las complicaciones habituales que presenta Baudelaire, son poemas más accesibles (en entendimiento) que los del libro que mencioné anteriormente. No se privan, eso sí, de las exaltaciones
Charles says it best himself: "Which ones of us, in his moments of ambition, has not dreamed of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical, without rhythm and without rhyme, supple enough and rugged enough to adapt itself to the lyrical impulses of the soul, the undulations of reverie, the jibes of conscience?" Probably my favorite of his works.
César Lasso
Libro fetiche de mi juventud bohemia, tal como Les fleurs du mal, pero esta vez con los poemas en prosa (su título alternativo es Pequeños poemas en prosa).

Esta frase con que termina el poema El mal vidriero fue para mí, por aquel entonces, un grito de guerra:

¡qué le importa la condenación eterna a quien halló en un segundo lo infinito del goce!

Obviamente, yo mismo, por muy alocado que fuera por aquellos tiempos, me habría pensado dos veces si incurrir en la condenación eterna a cambio de un se
بودلير حالة شعرية مضيئة مهولة مخيفة متغطرسة خاطئة متمردة و جميلة ، يمد أصابعه إلى جسدك فيبعث فيه كهرباء تزلزل كيانك ، لأنه يعلم تماما كيف يحول القبح إلى جمال ، كيف يمزج المتناقضات و هل تكمن العذوبة إلا في هذا التجانس الذي يخلقه المرء بين العناصر المتناثرة في الكون ، قدرة التجميع تلك هي ما يميز بودلير و كل شعراء الجمال تتلمذوا على يديه و يستحيل أن يكون أدونيس و درويش العذبان قد أهملاه ، إنهما تلميذاه و لا شك ..
بثينة العيسى

أحببت باريس بودلير، شمسها وأرصفتها، تثاؤبات سأمها وكل ما هي عليه. هذا كتاب جميل.
Jul 27, 2015 Sara rated it 5 of 5 stars
Shelves: poetry
No matter where! As long as it's out of the world!

Baudelaire has a depth that draws me, fascinates me and excites me.

This is a part of my favourite one:

"Across the ocean of roofs I can see a middle-aged woman, her face already lined, who is forever bending over something and who never goes out. Out of her face, her dress, and her gestures, our of practically nothing at all, I have made up this woman's story, or rather legend, and sometimes I tell it to myself and weep.
If it had been an old man I
The liner notes in the back call them prose poems but they're more like weird little vignettes. I really like Baudelaire a great deal. Every piece is refreshing: A Hemisphere In Your Hair, The Shooting Gallery and The Cemetery, Loss Of A Halo, and Beat Up The Poor are a good place to start.
I first became aware of this work about a year and a half ago, when reading something about that great punk poet, Patti Smith (as Baudelaire and Rimbaud were two of her biggest influences). But instead of picking up a copy of this work at that time, I first familiarized myself with Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du mal, as that is his better known work. Time passed and I never got around to Le Spleen de Paris as I had intended. But this year, as I continue with my exploration of French writers, I decid ...more
A fantastic collection of poetry by Baudelaire published posthumously. I read this in anticipation of a Coursera class I am taking in February called "The Modern and Postmodern." After having recently diving into modern poetry it was a tad bit easier for me to allow these poems which seem more like mini-essays of observation, to touch me like traditional poetry. This collection seems to inhabit a world both modern and archaic and the observations made are though personal and inwardly reflective ...more
In many ways, Charles Baudelaire is an adolescent bombast -- he seems to enjoy opium and satanism just a little too much, and his prose-poetry is weighed down by Victorian abstraction (not to mention how much must be lost in translation; Baudelaire's is not the accommodating French of Le Petit Prince). That said, Baudelaire commits to a worthy experiment: to write about his daily life in pensive short prose, bombarding his readers with daring observations, anecdotes and fables. It reminds me a l ...more
A beautiful set of short prose poems, with rich vocabulary, elegant sentence structure, haunting morals, and often somewhat pessimistic outlooks.

There is overlap between this and Twenty Prose Poems, but there are more stories here, and he has changed a few. I bet he and Edgar Allen Poe would get along, if only for their love of the grisly and grim. Beaudelaire's "prose" makes me fall in love with poetry all over again, and he has now earned a place as one of my favorite poets!
Ah, Charles... if you had been born in our time, you'd be a blogger extraordinaire! Decadent, passionate, and misogynistic, this poet stole my heart from Edgar Allen Poe and broke it on the cobbled streets of that Eternal City. Don't come looking for a sympathetic heart...Baudelaire is bitter, despondent, and completely adorable. Read this and tell me he's not a man before his time.
Travis Fortney
I don't really understand this book. (it's poetry) But boy is it good.
The best of Baudelaire - something I revisit when I'm in the mood to sigh. Because it is popular both among modern day francophones and students taking introductory courses, literature connoisseurs sometimes dismiss the swooning praise it garners as evidence of generic, unrefined taste. ("Of course you like Baudelaire's LE SPLEEN DE PARIS. I suppose ROMEO AND JULIET is your favorite play, too?") But Baudelaire and Shakespeare deserve their secure places in the foundations of their respective lan ...more
Sarah Shahid
إنه حقاً يبعث على السأم، لكن ليس ذلك السأم والضجر الذي يتحدث عنه بودلير في كتبه الأخرى!

من ضمن الأسئلة التي ستتبادر إلى ذهنك بعد قراءة هذا الكتاب هو:

هل حقاً باريس تدفع على السأم إلى هذه الدرجة؟ أم أن هذا السأم قد انعكس من ذات الكاتب؟
محمد الهاشمي
بودلير يبقى شاعري الفرنسي الأفضل... ويمثل العلامة البارزة لشعر ما قبل الرومانسية الفرنسية التي أسسها فيكتور هوغو..ولا عجب أن المبدع الانجليزي الرائع إدغار ألان بو تأثر به كثيرا وترجم له.

أما في "سأم باريس" فيغني بودلير -في قصائده النثرية- للكلاب المشؤومة التي تعج بها مدينته وشوارعها.. والتي تعرف السعداء من التعيسين الذي يشبهون كنه بؤسها مع فارق أنها تريد للتعاسة أن تتغير أما البشر التعساء فقابعون في حضيض السأم الذي تحمله هموم الأمس واليوم والغد ويرفضون الاعتراف أنهم أسوأ حالا وحالة من ذوي القوائ
Aliaa Mohamed






Paris Spleen, a wonderful collection of prose poetry by one of the pioneers in modernist literature, Charles Baudelaire. This is a new food for me, I haven’t read anything by Baudelaire, and aside for a course I took last fall on American Poetry I haven’t read that much!

The book, originally published in 1851, depicts modern Paris through vivid and refreshing pieces on morals, time, artistry, freedom etc… with each poem you are drawn into, and quickly brought out of, little scenes that occasional
"هذه الحياة مصحة حيث كل مريض مسكون بالرغبة في تغيير فراشة . فهذا يود أن يكابد أمام المدفأة، وذاك يعتقد أنه سوف يشفى بجانب النافذة"

ديوان بديع، أول قراءة لبودلير الشهير، وسأحرص على القراءة له أكثر - أود لو أحصل على أعماله الكاملة بترجمة رفعت سلام . الترجمة هنا كانت من عمل بشير السباعي وهي من أجمل ما يكون .
Non, je suis désolée, mais Baudelaire, ce n'est pas ma tasse de thé. Non pas que cet homme n'ait pas de génie, mais la plupart de ces poèmes ne m'interpellent pas.
J'ai eu beau me dire que peut-être, quand je l'avais lu pour la première fois, c'était pour le Bac, alors, comme j'étais contrainte de le lire, je le l'aimais pas. Mais, même quelques années après, sans contrainte, je n'aime pas particulièrement ce poète.
Je n'aime pas qu'il se voit comme un être supérieur, qu'il se voit comme le seul
Emilie Andersen
Some of the poems hit me in the heart while other were a bit 'meh' so I will give it 3 stars :)
abdou aly
حلوة القصائد النثرية وحلو بودلير وحلو الادب الفرنسي
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Charles Baudelaire was a 19th century French poet, translator, and literary and art critic whose reputation rests primarily on Les Fleurs du mal; (1857; The Flowers of Evil) which was perhaps the most important and influential poetry collection published in Europe in the 19th century. Similarly, his Petits poèmes en prose (1868; "Little Prose Poems") was the most successful and innovative early ex ...more
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“La plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas."

("The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.")”
“Be always drunken.
Nothing else matters:
that is the only question.
If you would not feel
the horrible burden of Time
weighing on your shoulders
and crushing you to the earth,
be drunken continually.

Drunken with what?
With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will.
But be drunken.

And if sometimes,
on the stairs of a palace,
or on the green side of a ditch,
or in the dreary solitude of your own room,
you should awaken
and the drunkenness be half or wholly slipped away from you,
ask of the wind,
or of the wave,
or of the star,
or of the bird,
or of the clock,
of whatever flies,
or sighs,
or rocks,
or sings,
or speaks,
ask what hour it is;
and the wind,
clock will answer you:
"It is the hour to be drunken!”
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