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The Parisian Prowler: Le spleen de Paris: petits poèmes en prose

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From Edouard Manet to T. S. Eliot to Jim Morrison, the reach of Charles Baudelaire's influence is beyond estimation. In this prize-winning translation of his no-longer-neglected masterpiece, Baudelaire offers a singular view of 1850s Paris. Evoking a mélange of reactions, these fifty "fables of modern life" take us on various tours led by a flâneur, an incognito stroller.T ...more
Paperback, 154 pages
Published January 1st 1997 by University of Georgia Press (first published 1869)
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Araz Goran
كتابات بودلير سوداوية قاتمة غارقة في الكآبة يكتب الرجل بحسايسة شديدة ومعقدة ومفرطة في الوعي والتراشق اللفظي العنيف التي تسود في معظم نثريات هذا الكتاب, هذا الرجل يشع جنوناً وحساسية من كل شيء, كئيب كحشرة, موجع كحافة سكين , ليس لديه غاية فيما يكتب سوى العبث بمزاج القارئ بنصوص أحياناً هي أقرب للهلوسات, سببت لي كتاباته خلال الأيام الماضية عقدة نفسية من القراءة وعجزت عن التوقف عن متابعة مابدأت به..

إنه عمل غير صالح , لا أنصح أحداً بالاقتراب من هذا الرجل خصوصاً لو كان يعاني من حساسية مفرطة أو كآبة مزمن
Sep 15, 2007 rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
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.
Mar 13, 2017 rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
Shelves: poetshere
Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the undulations of dreams, and sudden leaps of consciousness.

Contrary to popular belief, I had never read Baudelaire until now. I've trusted Walter Benjamin and lately Calasso to provide me with a well informed ethos about this central figure. There are many concerns that this is the literature of the yo
May 11, 2015 rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition

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
Apr 19, 2013 rated it it was amazing  ·  review of another edition
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
Steven  Godin
Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father,
your mother, your sister, or your brother?
I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.
Your friends?
Now you use a word whose meaning I have never known.
Your country?
I do not know in what latitude it lies.
I could indeed love her, Goddess and Immortal.
I hate it as you hate God.
Then what do you love, extraordinary stranger?
I love the clouds...the clouds that pass...up there...
up there...the wonderful clouds!
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
Jan 28, 2015 rated it really liked it  ·  review of another edition
Carta a Fernand Desnoyers

Meu caro Desnoyers, você pede-me versos para o seu pequeno volume, versos sobre a Natureza, não é? – sobre os bosques, os grandes castanheiros, a verdura, os insectos – o sol, talvez? Mas você sabe bem que eu sou incapaz de me enternecer com os vegetais, e que a minha alma é rebelde a essa singular Religião nova, que terá sempre, parece-me, para todo o ser espiritual não sei o quê de shocking. Eu nunca acreditarei que a alma dos Deuses habita nas plantas, e, mesmo que aí
Mike Lester
May 24, 2012 rated it it was amazing
I once used this book to get into a girl's pants. Ultimately, they did not fit. 5 decadent stars...
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
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Charles Pierre 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 e ...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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