#Fleurs du mal

[random-brushstrokes]

Carlos Schwabe - Les Fleurs du Mal (1900)

[juliett-romeo]

Viens sur mon cœur, âme cruelle et sourde, / Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents; / Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants / Dans l'épaisseur de ta crinière lourde;

[sex-death-rebirth]

Illustration by Carlo Farneti for the 1935 edition of Charles Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du Mal

[aguavivia]

Musings on the night

But how you'd please me, night! without those stars Whose light speaks in a language I have known! Since I seek for the black, the blank, the bare!

Charles Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil: A Selection

Arkhip Ivanovich Kuindzhi, Moonlit Night on the Dnieper (1882)

But it so happens that I hear the night weep in my bones. Her immense teardrop raves mad and shouts that something has gone away forever.

Alejandra Pizarnik, The Last Innocence: The Lost Adventures

J. M. W. Turner, Fishermen at Sea (1796)

[picturesinmyroom]

Frontispiece of Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du Mal. Art by Felix Bracquemond

[softgibbon]

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[the-watcher-in-the-sky]

[leo-fie]

Did you ever come across a poem at just the right time in your life, so that it completely rewires your brain? I was aroudn 12 and the poem was this.

It featured in a very french movie called "Immortal" (dir. Enki Bilal, 2004) and as far as I'm aware, the german dub of that movie (which I saw) used a translation that I did not find anywhere else, maybe they made it up? Anyway, here it is in English:

Charles Baudelaire - A Carcass (in Fleurs du Mal, 1857, translation by James Mc Gowan)

Remember, my love, the object we saw That beautiful morning in June: By a bend in the path a carcass reclined On a bed sown with pebbles and stones; Her legs were spread out like a lecherous whore, Sweating out poisonous fumes, Who opened in slick invitational style Her stinking and festering womb. The sun on this rottenness focused its rays To cook the cadaver till done, And render to Nature a hundredfold gift Of all she'd united in one. And the sky cast an eye on this marvellous meat As over the flowers in bloom. The stench was so wretched that there on the grass You nearly collapsed in a swoon. The flies buzzed and droned on these bowels of filth Where an army of maggots arose, Which flowed with a liquid and thickening stream On the animate rags of her clothes. And it rose and it fell, and pulsed like a wave, Rushing and bubbling with health. One could say that this carcass, blown with vague breath, Lived in increasing itself. And this whole teeming world made a musical sound Like babbling brooks and the breeze, Or the grain that a man with a winnowing-fan Turns with a rhythmical ease. The shapes wore away as if only a dream Like a sketch that is left on the page Which the artist forgot and can only complete On the canvas, with memory's aid. From back in the rocks, a pitiful bitch Eyed us with angry distaste, Awaiting the moment to snatch from the bones The morsel she'd dropped in her haste. And you, in your turn, will be rotten as this: Horrible, filthy, undone, O sun of my nature and star of my eyes, My passion, my angel in one! Yes, such will you be, o regent of grace, After the rites have been read, Under the weeds, under blossoming grass As you moulder with bones of the dead. Ah then, o my beauty, explain to the worms Who cherish your body so tine, That I am the keeper for corpses of love Of the form, and the essence divine!

[knifeeater]

Alice Notley   The Descent of Alette

Aase Berg   Dark Matter  transl. J. Göransson

[sabinerondissime]

Souvenirs d'un amour ancien, il y a plus de 20 ans. Souvenirs de rupture sans tristesse. Celui ci m'a fait découvrir Baudelaire et m'a encouragé à passer l'équivalent du bac alors que j'avais 35 ans. Examen que j'ai réussi avec mention assez bien, moi qui n'ai pas dépasser la 5em et le lycée pro pour avoir mon CAP en pâtisserie.

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Federico Beltrán Masses - Les Fleurs Du Mal (1946)

[juliett-romeo]

Pour n'être pas changés en bêtes, ils s'enivrent / D'espace et de lumière et de cieux embrasés; / La glace qui les mord, les soleils qui les cuivrent, / Effacent lentement la marque des baisers.

Ch.Bdlr

[dimalink]

Sarah Brightman in red

Pixel art about music theme. Miss Sarah Brightman. From a cover of album Symphony. So, it is now starting autumn. It is age of rains, gloomy weather. And colorful leaves. So, I think, this album is suit good for autumn. It has such songs as Running, Fleurs Du Mal. There is a song with a singer from Kiss Paul Stanley. Album it is pop music, and gothic and, as it is a rule, for miss Brightman in style of musicals and classic too.

And, I am, also, like a lot visual look for this tour, in red dress. So, it catches me a lot. It is very colorful and beautiful. Some kind, Alice in wonderland. But, I can also say the same about another albums. But this time with elements, of some gothic. Gargoyles there are a the cover.

And this is my picture the theme. So, I redraw cover, just like this.  But in my style. In style of MS DOS, retro, 16 bits, 8 bits. So, I can say, it is first pictures of this kind. I start from this interesting artist.

So, this art can be a part of some text story. Text quest. But it requires to draw a lot and write a lot. And, also, I can remember someway intro to Prince of Persia 2 for system PC MS DOS. It has a very interesting intro at the start. Like a story. It I something like this, but style is another. Alice in Wonderland, of course, also. But, a little more gothic. It a world of big mushrooms. And dusty abandoned places. Maybe, a little of gothic architecture and surrealism someway. Or at some sci fi planet of a strange civilization. In a videogame Torment Tides Of Numenera there is something like this.

[pepbirb]

More Unreality characters!!! This time it's Disastrous Times (the avatar of the split world) and it's loving zealot Fleurs Du Mal (The communion/womb of the world)

[thousurroundingverdure]

I died when I saw this… that’s literally me 💀

[majestativa]

Un amour fatal.