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Charles-Pierre Baudelaire : BaudelaireCharles-Pierre Baudelaire (April 9, 1821 - August 31, 1867), poet.Born in Paris, Baudelaire became one of the famous decadent poets, and has been a guide for many depressed people. The way Baudelaire faces his depression is by taking drugs, such as opium, hashish and alcohol. He is also famous for the first translation of Edgar Allan Poe in French. When his Les fleurs du mal (The Flowers of Evil) appeared in 1857, the author, publisher, and printer were prosecuted and found guilty of obscenity and blasphemy. "You - hypocrite Reader - my double - my brother!". In the prefatory poem of "Les fleurs du mal" Baudelaire makes his reader as guilty of sins and lies as the poet:
If poison, arson, sex, narcotics, knives Six poems were deleted from the work. Before 1949, when his work has been reevaluated, he was considered a drug-addict and a very vulgar author because of his poems, too futurist for the 19th century. Many of his poems were influenced by his interest in les correspondances- synaesthesia. Synaesthesia is the mixing of the senses[?], that is, the ability to smell a color or see a sound. He wrote several poems about the subject itself, such as "Correspondances," and used imagery[?] and symbolism based on the experiences of synaesthesiacs. In general, Baudelaire was a sensualist, in love with sensations, and he tried to experience them and express them in muddled abondance. Many of his works have been published after his death. He is buried in the Cimetiere de Montparnasse, Paris. His writings:
Salon de 1845, 1845 hovered round and instigated me to toil and revenge, I prepared for my journey.html">journey.
frozen ocean, and purchasing a plentiful stock of provisions,
endured misery which nothing but the eternal sentiment of a just
Immense and rugged mountains of ice often barred up my passage,
my destruction. But again the frost came and made the paths
that I had passed three weeks in this journey; and the continual
bitter drops of despondency and grief from my eyes. Despair had
this misery. Once, after the poor animals that conveyed me had
and one, sinking under his fatigue, died, I viewed the expanse
upon the dusky plain. I strained my sight.html">sight to discover what it
a sledge and the distorted proportions of a well-known form within.
filled my eyes, which I hastily wiped away, that they might not intercept
drops, until, giving way to the emotions that oppressed me, I wept aloud.
But this was not the time for delay; I disencumbered the dogs o
and after an hour's rest, which was absolutely necessary, and yet
was still visible, nor did I again lose sight of it except at the
intervening crags. I indeed perceptibly gained on it, and when,
a mile distant, my heart bounded within me.
But now, when I appeared almost within grasp of my foe, my hopes
utterly than I had ever done before. A ground sea was heard;
beneath me, became every moment more ominous and terrific.
with the mighty shock of an earthquake, it split and cracked with
in a few minutes a tumultuous sea rolled between me and my enemy,
continually lessening and thus preparing for me a hideous death.
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