C'è un autore che non mi stancherò mai di leggere né di ammirare: Charles Baudelaire.
This amazing man, that Heaven, God, the One (or his) has delivered horrid world two hundred years ago, was not only a sublime poet ... or acute essayist and enthralling ... or a maverick run away from home to only nineteen years old ...
Baudelaire was above all a keen observer of humanity, and a man who lived humanity, in all senses the best and worst that it entails.
But he was also endowed with incredible, unexpected gifts of alchemist.
Why Baudelaire knew sublimate the horrors and pains more common and human, leading to levels of poems and beautiful pictures, and in the incongruent their extreme nature.
This tendency of the Baudelaire I riscrontata all his writings, but particularly in two ...
The Flowers of Evil are surely the most famous works of Baudelaire, as well as appellitivo which most grants is that of poet.
But Flowers of Evil are not simple combinations of words in rhyme in the poetry of Baudelaire abundance of raw images, coupled with the most passionate invective. The subsoil of the human spirit in Baudelaire emerges with a roar; emerge Death, wounds, dependencies, frustrated desire, all emerge a series of figures "ai margini", dalle prostitute agli accattoni ai pigri gatti al rinnegato Caino.
I Fiori del Male sono un coro di voci discordanti, potenti che nascono direttamente dal nostro inconscio e dai lati oscuri di ognuno di noi. Normalmente, susciterebbero il nostro disgusto.
Fra le parole di Baudelaire, nulla risulta più armonioso e affascinante di questo coro.
I Paradisi Artificiali sono una raccolta di "saggi romanzati" sui temi dell'alcool e delle droghe, vie attraverso le quali l'uomo cerca di sfuggire alla realtà piatta e crudele di tutti i giorni.
Baudelaire parla per esperienza vissuta, ma non fa mai il suo nome: in these essays / stories painted a lot of "anecdotal" stories of anonymous people who have experienced the joys (and the infinite pains) of substances surprising place. One can not help but smile, and almost moved, because in these stories show the solidarity of an author who seems to speak more of himself than others. But above all, one is bewitched by gradiosa Baudelaire's prose, which turns ironic and essayist decided engaging. It 's impossible not to be entranced in front of the descriptions of the artificial states of ecstasy caused by opium or hashish. It is not trying or not these substances, but safely and be led by author and picturesque.
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