Public condemned Les fleurs du mal (1857), obscene only volume of French writer, translator, and critic Charles Pierre Baudelaire; expanded in 1861, it exerted an enormous influence over later symbolist and modernist poets.
Reputation of Charles Pierre Baudelaire rests primarily on perhaps the most important literary art collection, published in Europe in the 19th century. Similarly, his early experiment Petits poèmes en prose (1868) (Little Prose Poems) most succeeded and innovated of the time.
From financial disaster to prosecution for blasphemy, drama and strife filled life of known Baudelaire with highly controversial and often dark tales of Edgar Allan Poe. Long after his death, his name represents depravity and vice. He seemingly speaks directly to the 20th century civilization.
In a nutshell: I’m not a big-poetry-fan! Maybe this is why I didn’t find anything special in this poem. BUT this doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful. I think its best description is: INTERESTING.
This would be a great introduction to Beaudelaire, especially for a non-francophone who is unfamiliar with his work. It is a beautiful book with imagination-stimulating, turn-of-the-century photography, although I am compelled to question the correlation between some of the verses and the images which were selected as corresponding to them. Like the photographs, the English translation conjures the poet’s trademark soul-stirring (or, as Beaudelaire might quip, “spleen-stirring”) imagery; however those who are proficient in French will recognize that that this literary effect comes as a consequence of taking daring liberties with the literal, French text.
Dual language edition of a pretty sappy Baudelaire prose-poem. Fit for a coffeetable, perfect for Valentine's Day; looks like a children's book (except with very very mild Victorian-Era-level-of-scandal nudity). Sepia toned, sepia toned throughout.
This is a very nice poem paired well with evocative photographs. The translation of the poetry was not what I hoped but it enabled me to use my limited French to follow along quite well.
Book #51 for 2018 GenreLand: July - Published before the 20th century Goodreads Summer Reading: Poet at Heart - Read a book of poetry The Messy Middle Summer Reading: A book you read years ago and have meant to reread Full House Bingo: Reread
A little bit of a fudge, perhaps, as this particular presentation was not published before the 20th century. But the original poem is from the 19th century, so I'm counting it. It is not my favorite Baudelaire poem -- I'm more of a "Les Chats" girl -- but I admire its flow and get a little bit more out of it every time I read it. I don't tend to pay much attention to the translation, as I generally find translations of poetry disappointing at best, but I probably should start. It was an interesting exercise when I was reading that Pablo Neruda collection, so I wonder how different it will be since my Spanish is so much worse than my French.
The photos in this book seem like odd choices, but they do really add something to the experience. It looks like it's been nearly 15 years between readings. I shall strive to shorten that interval for the next reading.