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'''Charles Pierre Baudelaire [April 9, 1821 - August 31, 1867]''' | |||
French poet, essayist, and art critic. Coined the term ''modernity'' in reference to the transient nature of rapidly industrializing Paris - a reality he felt was the responsibility of the artist to accurately and unabashedly represent. Due to excessive use of [[narcotics]] he became wrapt in the throes of | |||
French poet, essayist, and art critic. Coined the term | |||
modernity | |||
in reference to the transient nature of | |||
rapidly | |||
industrializing Paris - a reality he felt was the responsibility of the artist to accurately and unabashedly | |||
represent. Due to excessive use of | |||
[[narcotics]] | |||
he became wrapt in the throes of | |||
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[[error|aphasia]] | [[error|aphasia]] | ||
at the age of forty and able to | at the age of forty and able to | ||
utter only the phrase | utter only the phrase | ||
''Crénom'' | |||
Crénom | |||
(or Holy Shit!) over the last two years of his life. His poem | (or Holy Shit!) over the last two years of his life. His poem | ||
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[[error|Out of the Depths]] | [[error|Out of the Depths]] | ||
(known | (known colloquially as | ||
colloquially as | |||
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[[cimmerian|A Lake | [[cimmerian|A Lake Cimmerian]]) is famously embedded in | ||
) is famously embedded in | [[alban-berg|Alban Berg]]'s's seminal cypherwork the | ||
[[alban-berg|Alban Berg]]'s | ''[[lyric-suite|Lyric Suite]]'': | ||
's seminal cypherwork the | |||
[[lyric-suite|Lyric Suite]] | |||
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''Have pity, my one true lust nostalgic'' | |||
Have pity, my one true lust nostalgic | |||
''Down to a dark abyss my heart has sounded,'' | |||
Down to a dark abyss my heart has sounded, | |||
''A dystopian world by grey horizons bounded,'' | |||
A dystopian world by grey horizons bounded, | |||
''Where blaspheme horror swims a lake [[cimmerian]].'' | |||
Where blaspheme horror swims a lake | |||
[[cimmerian]]. | |||
''A frigid sun floats overhead one six months,'' | |||
''the other six darkness wraps the metropolis;'' | |||
A frigid sun floats overhead one six months, | |||
''a terrain more bleak than the polar wastes'' | |||
the other six darkness wraps the metropolis; | |||
''Neither beasts, nor streams, nor verdure, nor woods.'' | |||
a terrain more bleak than the polar wastes | |||
Neither beasts, nor streams, nor verdure, nor woods. | ''But no horror in the world can surpass in dread'' | ||
''By the cold razor of this glacial sun'' | |||
But no horror in the world can surpass in dread | ''And that huge night like primal chaos spread'' | ||
By the cold razor of this glacial sun | |||
''I envy the most putrid beast somnambulant'' | |||
And that huge night like primal chaos spread | |||
''heart slowed near death in cave or coral gable,'' | |||
''So slowly an arc of these dark years do trace.'' | |||
I envy the most putrid beast somnambulant | |||
heart slowed near death in cave or coral gable, | |||
So slowly an arc of these dark years do trace. | |||
Revision as of 04:10, 19 April 2024
Charles Pierre Baudelaire [April 9, 1821 - August 31, 1867]
French poet, essayist, and art critic. Coined the term modernity in reference to the transient nature of rapidly industrializing Paris - a reality he felt was the responsibility of the artist to accurately and unabashedly represent. Due to excessive use of narcotics he became wrapt in the throes of aphasia at the age of forty and able to utter only the phrase Crénom (or Holy Shit!) over the last two years of his life. His poem Out of the Depths (known colloquially as A Lake Cimmerian) is famously embedded in Alban Berg's's seminal cypherwork the Lyric Suite:
Have pity, my one true lust nostalgic
Down to a dark abyss my heart has sounded,
A dystopian world by grey horizons bounded,
Where blaspheme horror swims a lake cimmerian.
A frigid sun floats overhead one six months,
the other six darkness wraps the metropolis;
a terrain more bleak than the polar wastes
Neither beasts, nor streams, nor verdure, nor woods.
But no horror in the world can surpass in dread
By the cold razor of this glacial sun
And that huge night like primal chaos spread
I envy the most putrid beast somnambulant
heart slowed near death in cave or coral gable,
So slowly an arc of these dark years do trace.
