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Title	:	Paris Spleen
Author	:	Charles Baudelaire
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Special Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 118 pages
Published	:	January 17th 1970 by New Directions (first published 1869)
Categories	:	Poetry. Cultural. France. Classics. European Literature. French Literature. Fiction. Literature

Paris Spleen

Charles Baudelaire

Paperback | Pages: 118 pages

Rating: 4.3 | 10226 Users | 350 Reviews

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Set in a modern, urban Paris, the prose pieces in this volume constitute a further exploration of the terrain Baudelaire had covered in his verse masterpiece, The Flowers of Evil: the city and its squalor and inequalities, the pressures of time and mortality, and the liberation provided by the sensual delights of intoxication, art, and women. Published posthumously in 1869, Paris Spleen was a landmark publication in the development of the genre of prose poetry—a format which Baudelaire saw as particularly suited for expressing the feelings of uncertainty, flux, and freedom of his age—and one of the founding texts of literary modernism.

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Original Title:	Le Spleen de Paris
ISBN:	0811200078 (ISBN13: 9780811200073)
Edition Language:	English

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I'm sure lots of people who really love Baudelaire touched themselves when they first read this. I was not so enamored with the poetry of Baudelaire. Pretty language? Sure. Pretty language that made a lick of sense to a sober and/or sane person? Not so much? I get it. It's full of metaphor. But he's really grasping for straws here. You might as well get the journal of a schizophrenic and publish it. So obviously, Baudelaire isn't my cup of thé.

In many ways, Charles Baudelaire is an adolescent bombast -- he seems to enjoy opium and satanism just a little too much, and his prose-poetry is weighed down by Victorian abstraction (not to mention how much must be lost in translation; Baudelaire's is not the accommodating French of Le Petit Prince). That said, Baudelaire commits to a worthy experiment: to write about his daily life in pensive short prose, bombarding his readers with daring observations, anecdotes and fables. It reminds me a

I don't really understand this book. (it's poetry) But boy is it good.

Paris Spleen 4.5/5La Fanfarlo 3/5"Oh, yes! Time has come back; Time reigns like a King now; and along with that hideous old man comes all his demonic entourage of Memories, Regrets, Spasms, Fears, Anxieties, Nightmares, Rages, and Neuroses. I assure you that the seconds are now strongly, solemnly accentuated, and each one, springing forth out of the clock, says: I am Life, intolerable, implacable Life."----"Finally, alone! All you can hear now are the wheels of a few late, weary hackney cabs.

Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father,your mother, your sister, or your brother?I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.Your friends?Now you use a word whose meaning I have never known.Your country?I do not know in what latitude it lies.Beauty?I could indeed love her, Goddess and Immortal.Gold?I hate it as you hate God.Then what do you love, extraordinary stranger?I love the clouds...the clouds that pass...up there... up there...the wonderful clouds!

Ah, Charles... if you had been born in our time, you'd be a blogger extraordinaire! Decadent, passionate, and misogynistic, this poet stole my heart from Edgar Allen Poe and broke it on the cobbled streets of that Eternal City. Don't come looking for a sympathetic heart...Baudelaire is bitter, despondent, and completely adorable. Read this and tell me he's not a man before his time.

A beautiful set of short prose poems, with rich vocabulary, elegant sentence structure, haunting morals, and often somewhat pessimistic outlooks.There is overlap between this and Twenty Prose Poems, but there are more stories here, and he has changed a few. I bet he and Edgar Allen Poe would get along, if only for their love of the grisly and grim. Beaudelaire's "prose" makes me fall in love with poetry all over again, and he has now earned a place as one of my favorite poets!