Ohhh, so THAT’s why everyone says, “Oh..Baudelaire.” Seriously, look at that brow!
The Desire to Paint, by Charles Baudelaire
Read by Xe Sands
“The Desire to Paint,” from “Le Spleen de Paris,” by Charles Baudelaire
Thursday is usually my day to get my GP piece together and ready to go for Friday.
On Wednesday, because I felt the full onslaught of Spring, I wanted something a bit sensual (no, not like THAT…more like “Seven Seals”). “No problem!” I thought…there’s enough Lawrence and Neruda among many others to resolve this issue.
On Thursday, I woke up on the wrong side of Spring, my perspective completely colored by dissatisfaction (anyone with a teen girl at home knows exactly what mood I am evoking with these words). Nothing sounded good. The whole process was like trying on pants in front of a 3-way mirror under fluorescent lights. Feh.
So what’s a girl to do when nothing feels good/tastes good/sounds good?
Well, enter the somewhat dark, prolific, slightly profane and oddly sensual Charles Baudelaire. This piece isn’t particularly demonstrative of what I’m referring to…but if you look into his work a bit more, I think it becomes more apparent why I say that he leaves the taste of better-written Lovecraft in your mind. There’s just something off about this guy…
…and “off” is the perfect solution to such a dissatisfied mood. It’s like looking in that mirror and declaring, “Screw the pants – I’m buying a SKIRT, ya hear me?!”
So while that is likely far more information about my pants-purchasing torment than you ever wished to know, I do hope you enjoy the piece 😉
(Seriously, even a Google search of his visage will tell you this guy is haunted my his muse…look at them and THEN listen to this piece…)