The Flowers of Evil by
Charles Baudelaire was first published in 1857.
Baudelaire’s work was not greeted with applause and cheer, in fact, the
series of poems were seen as an “outrage” by the aristocracy in Paris, whom he
openly defiles with the neglect for the poor in the modernization of the urban
center. He also takes aim at the “sacred one” for false promises that are not
delivered to the poor, but praises our engagement with nature (not necessarily
begot from the divine in his context), especially the sea, which he argues
offers us reflection, somber and fight. He
also provides short poems on the clouds, evening sunset, and seasons of the
year. The short series of poems also offer
insight to his thoughts on exotic perfume and beauty. His style of rhyming couplets, almost
throughout, is a work of art (though remember I am reading the translated
version, so probably better in French).
Poets are truly amazing in capturing a thought, an idea, or a moment
perfectly, and Baudelaire is no different.
His reflection on how music moves his spirit in the same manner as
nature is how musicians I know explain what happens to them when they are
working on a project:
Oft Music possesses me like the seas!
To my planet pale,
'Neath a ceiling of mist, in the lofty breeze,
I set my sail.
With inflated lungs and expanded chest,
Like to a sail,
On the backs of the heaped-up billows I rest
Which the shadows veil
I feel all the anguish within me arise
Of a ship in distress;
The tempest, the rain, 'neath the
lowering skies,
For me, it captures the places the artists goes when they
are consumed by a project (song/piece of art, etc.) that inspires them. Reminds me of my sister’s work creating a new
design for her tiles. The overall poems
are quite short and challenges the reader on a society influx with a new modern
view on fellow society and nature.