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Les 12 plantes qui puent le plus

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Les 12 plantes qui puent le plus

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"Plague-ridden Carrion left the group"

[gengiskahn-universe]

Charogne

Fanzine ultra gore

[i-only-eat-four-leaf-clovers]

Oh the urge to write an essay about the parallels between Hozier's "In a Week" and Baudelaire's "A Carcass" (Une charogne) and how they both depict beauty in the depravity of rotting corpses, how they find them fascinating, how they describe them with passion and envy. Hozier describes himself and his lover's decaying bodies, whereas Baudelaire describes a dog carcass on the side of the road and COMPARES his lover to it :

-And yet you'll be like this scum, That horrible infection, Star of my eyes, sun of my nature, You, my angel and my passion!

It is to him an act of love : he finds comfort and appeal in the fact that she'll one day be as rotten as that carcass. Hozier, on the other hand, describes the act of dying and decaying together as a pure form of love, loving her still and even more as she becomes one with the soil. Love and decay, beauty and depravity, both intrinsically linked.

I could go on.

[ddeck]

this is anidala. to me </3

[foursaints]

thoughts on ‘une charogne’ by beaudelaire

predictable of me but its extremely evan rosier coded

[vangoghs-other-ear]

Le soleil rayonnait sur cette pourriture, Comme afin de la cuire à point, Et de rendre au centuple à la grande Nature Tout ce qu'ensemble elle avait joint

soleil- sun

rayonner- to send rays, to radiate

pourriture- thing which is rotting, decomposing thing

afin- so that

cuire à point- to cook (something) medium well

rendre au centuple- give back 100 times

joindre- to join

[fragranceonthefeuille]

Une Charogne by Charles Baudelaire

A Carrion

Do you remember the thing we saw, my soul, That summer morning, so beautiful, so soft: At a turning in the path, a filthy carrion, On a bed sown with stones,

Legs in the air, like a lascivious woman, Burning and sweating poisons, Opened carelessly, cynically, Its great fetid belly.

The sun shone on this fester, As though to cook it to a turn, And to return a hundredfold to great Nature What she had joined in one;

And the sky saw the superb carcass Open like a flower. The stench was so strong, that you might think To swoon away upon the grass.

The flies swarmed on that rotten belly, Whence came out black battalions Of spawn, flowing like a thick liquid Along its living tatters.

All this rose and fell like a wave, Or rustled in jerks; One would have said that the body, fun of a loose breath, Lived in this its procreation.

And this world gave out a strange music, Like flowing water and wind, Or a winnower's grain that he shakes and turns With rhythmical grace in his basket.

The forms fade and are no more than a dream, A sketch slow to come On the forgotten canvas, and that the artist completes Only by memory.

Behind the boulders an anxious bitch Watched us with angry eyes, Spying the moment to regain in the skeleton The morsel she had dropped.

— And yet you will be like this excrement, This horrible stench, O star of my eyes, sun of my being, You, my angel, my passion.

Yes, such you will be, queen of gracefulness, After the last sacraments, When you go beneath the grasses and fat flowers, Moldering amongst the bones.

Then, my beauty, say to the vermin Which will eat you with kisses, That I have kept the shape and the divine substance Of my decomposed loves!

— Geoffrey Wagner, Selected Poems of Charles Baudelaire (NY: Grove Press, 1974)

Une Charogne

Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme, Ce beau matin d'été si doux: Au détour d'un sentier une charogne infâme Sur un lit semé de cailloux,

Les jambes en l'air, comme une femme lubrique, Brûlante et suant les poisons, Ouvrait d'une façon nonchalante et cynique Son ventre plein d'exhalaisons.

Le soleil rayonnait sur cette pourriture, Comme afin de la cuire à point, Et de rendre au centuple à la grande Nature Tout ce qu'ensemble elle avait joint;

Et le ciel regardait la carcasse superbe Comme une fleur s'épanouir. La puanteur était si forte, que sur l'herbe Vous crûtes vous évanouir.

Les mouches bourdonnaient sur ce ventre putride, D'où sortaient de noirs bataillons De larves, qui coulaient comme un épais liquide Le long de ces vivants haillons.

Tout cela descendait, montait comme une vague Ou s'élançait en pétillant; On eût dit que le corps, enflé d'un souffle vague, Vivait en se multipliant.

Et ce monde rendait une étrange musique, Comme l'eau courante et le vent, Ou le grain qu'un vanneur d'un mouvement rythmique Agite et tourne dans son van.

Les formes s'effaçaient et n'étaient plus qu'un rêve, Une ébauche lente à venir Sur la toile oubliée, et que l'artiste achève Seulement par le souvenir.

Derrière les rochers une chienne inquiète Nous regardait d'un oeil fâché, Epiant le moment de reprendre au squelette Le morceau qu'elle avait lâché.

— Et pourtant vous serez semblable à cette ordure, À cette horrible infection, Etoile de mes yeux, soleil de ma nature, Vous, mon ange et ma passion!

Oui! telle vous serez, ô la reine des grâces, Apres les derniers sacrements, Quand vous irez, sous l'herbe et les floraisons grasses, Moisir parmi les ossements.

Alors, ô ma beauté! dites à la vermine Qui vous mangera de baisers, Que j'ai gardé la forme et l'essence divine De mes amours décomposés!

— Charles Baudelaire

See also:

Chagone by Etat Libre d'Orange with notes of lily accord, bergamot, ginger, ylang ylang, jasmine, lily of the valley, pink berries, ambrette absolute, leather, animal notes, incense, vanilla…

Described as

"The skin is soft and warmed, yet in some spots almost transparent. Opalescent lily. Forsaking flirtation and prudery, the beauty reveals her inner self, daring to expose herself as she truly is, superlatively nude. It is the perfect moment. Ripe flesh awaiting to be picked. Undaunted, she casts aside the urge and it is now in complete silence that the fatal attraction operates.

 A docile, consenting victim. The beast is actually not far away. He lies in ambush and, as the fine connoisseur he is, anticipates the moment he will take possession of her essence. For him this prey is named desire and he assesses her fully-fledged femininity. The fragrance soars. We are nearly there. It is soon the time when the heart will liquefy and shed its vanilla notes, when leather will melt into a balm and when an unrecognizable anatomy will deliver its precious, sunbathed and uplifting aromas. Blissful pestilence. Believe in the beast, this embrace has the taste of eternity.

How could one do without it?"

For those with JSTOR access, see Cherly Krueger's "The Scent Trail of 'Une Charogne'"

[franklovisolo]

Charles Baudelaire Une Charogne - Rock avec Jo Corbeau - Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme, Ce beau matin d'été si doux...

[dye-it-rouge-et-noir]

I see an evil mathematically based character who also reminds me of the Decadent movement and you're telling me that I'm supposed to be normal about that guy?

[psikonauti]

Jane Graverol (Belgian,1905-1984)  

La Charogne, 1966

[pompadourpink]

Carne (flesh/meat) derived words

From carnem, caro (latin) - also gave carne in Italian and Spanish.

Carcasse - human remains, stripped tree/vehicle

Carnage - massacre

Carnassier-e - carnivorous

Carnation - skin complexion

Carnaval - "meatless" (before Lent)

Carne - old meat (insult, typically for a woman)

Carné-e - meat-based

Carnivore - carnivore

Charcuter - butcher, hack about

Charcuterie - cold meats, deli

Charcutier-e - pork butcher

Charnel-le - carnal

Charnier - mass grave

Charnu-e - fleshy

Charognarde - carrion eater

Charogne - rotting carcass

Décharné-e - scrawny

Incarnat - crimson

Incarné-e - ingrown (hair, nail)

Incarner - embody, play (role)

Réincarnation - reincarnation

Se décarcasser - work yourself into the ground

Film: Grave - Julia Ducournau, 2016

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Edvard Munch, sketches for Les Fleurs du mal (Une charogne, Le guignon, Le mort joyeux), ink, wash, 1896 [via]

[leleaulait]

Mayka est rentré hier soir vers 22h et....ELLE PUER LA CHAROGNE CREVÉ ! Oh je vous jure j'ai failli gerber tellement c'était fort ! Abel était dehors et il arrivait à la sentir alors qu'elle était à 10m de lui 😭, j'ai du la laver puis me laver tellement ça imprégne, on commence à se coucher et je dis au chéri "...putain il y a des relant de charogne c'est horrible 😭" on est partis en fou rire pendant 10mn. On a dû dormir les fenêtres ouvertes alors qu'il fait 10 degrés ici mais ça suffisait pas elle chlingue toujours !!!! Je vais la relaver et relaver mon sol et les textiles qu'elle a touchés, je vous jure j'ai jamais sentie un truc pareil j'ai cru qu'une vache était crevé ou qu'on avait un cadavre sous la caravane 😭.

POUILLEUSE !!

[sparvverius]

translating baudelaire une charogne for class

[withdrco]

I remember studying a poem about a carrion and a woman 🤔 and suddenly I thought about Rosekiller

The poem clearly explores macabre eroticism 😭 the poem is : Une charogne by Baudelaire

Through this comparison to macabre eroticism, Baudelaire again combines two opposing forces: Eros (desire) and Thanatos (death).

You see where I want to go with Barty and Evan?

Baudelaire highlights the fatal reality that awaits the beauty of the "woman", because she dies one day. We are really on a painting of the beautiful in the horrible, in death etc.

I don’t know but it’s so Rosekiller coded