Geburtsdatum | Montag, 09. April 1821 |
Geburtsort | Paris, France |
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Beschreibung | Charles Pierre Baudelaire (UK: /ˈboʊdəlɛər/, US: /ˌboʊd(ə)ˈlɛər/; French: [ʃaʁl(ə) bodlɛʁ]; 9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867) was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist and art critic. His poems exhibit mastery in the handling of rhyme and rhythm, contain an exoticism inherited from Romantics, but are based on observations of real life. |
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And men and women know from birth that in evil is found all sensual delight.
Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate good is always the product of an art.
I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.
The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally goodness is always the product of some art.
What is art? Prostitution.