baudelaire
picked up some baudelaire just before heading off to bed...this one is so simple yet i wish i could write something like it myself...
the stranger (from paris spleen)
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!
my fav baudelaire line would have to be from "artist's confiteor": "The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist shrieks with terror before being overcome."
the stranger (from paris spleen)
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!
my fav baudelaire line would have to be from "artist's confiteor": "The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist shrieks with terror before being overcome."