One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Monday, February 20, 2017

"Clips" from Baudelaire's "Paris Spleen"

Haven't yet given up on FMF's Parade's End (good bits but it's not the poetry of Proust), but downloaded some Baudelaire while I was sitting at Bucks. Started rereading Paris Spleen.

Two clips:
The contemplation of Beauty is a duel where the artist screams with terror before being vanquished.


One of my friends, the most harmless dreamer that ever lived, at one time set fire to a forest, in order to ascertain, as he said, whether the flames take hold with the easiness that is commonly affirmed.
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