Les Paradis artificiels
Faut-il partir? Rester? Le voyage intérieur n'est-il pas le seul qui enfante des beautés inconnues? Vastes cieux enchantés, eaux fuyantes, gouffres amers, splendeurs océans. Le Paradis est là et ses noirs artifices, fruits de l'herbe et du pavot. More Faut-il partir? Rester? Le voyage intérieur n'est-il pas le seul qui enfante des beautés inconnues? Vastes cieux enchantés, eaux fuyantes, gouffres amers, splendeurs océans. Le Paradis est là et ses noirs artifices, fruits de l'herbe et du pavot. Le haschich s'étend sur la vie comme un vernis magique, verte confiture de chanvre qui nous laisse aériens. Un vrai coup de soleil. Avant le coup de tabac. Car, après l'ivresse, la volupté, l'homme-dieu, ce prince des nuées, sent son aile qui se casse. " Voyeur en Technicolor ", le mangeur d'opium, lui, ne peut que se dévorer lui-même. Du goût de l'infini au paradis perdu. " Amer savoir, celui qu'on tire du voyage ". Less
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Tosh rated it it was amazing
over 1 year ago
On a drug trip with Charles Baudelaire. What can be better?
Meriam Kharbat rated it really liked it
over 1 year ago
Je n'ai jamais rien lu d'aussi éloquent au sujet de l'opium et du Hashish.
Louise Chapman rated it it was amazing
about 1 year ago
My first outing with Charles Baudelaire was several years ago when I stumbled upon his essays on Eugene Delacroix, which I found to be an absorbing insight into the bohemian world of nineteenth century Paris. Having already experienced his inimitable lexical draughtsmansh. Read full review
Marcio Scheibler rated it liked it
over 1 year ago
Adquiri esse livro para conhecer o autor Charles Baudelaire, que eu já tinha lido sobre sua carreira algumas vezes. PARAÃSOS ARTIFICIAIS trata da descrição dos efeitos do ópio, do haxixe e do vinho no organismo humano. O texto tem um acento filosófico e, por que não dizer. Read full review
Camille rated it it was amazing
over 1 year ago
The beginning of this book might be a little discouraging since it describes and lists the aspects and effects of haschish and opium, but then, Baudelaire focuses solely on opium and uses De Quincey's autobiography as an exemple. De Quincey's life is fascinating, not only. Read full review
Agnese rated it liked it
over 1 year ago
Interesting and captivating in style, but not so exciting and intense as the experiences of the opium eater, the book's hero. But while artificial paradises -that can easily turn upside down into artificial hells- can allow one to re-live with an exalted sensitivity past. Read full review
Annie rated it really liked it
about 1 year ago
Indescribably good. Baudelaire can make the mundane (taking a sip of wine) extraordinary and the extraordinary (tripping hard on robust opiates) mundane. Written with all the lyricism you'd expect of such a poet, and all the due diligence and many hours of personal "resea. Read full review
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over 1 year ago
If you are interested in the subject this is upscale druggie litterature.
Tiago Filipe rated it it was amazing
Baudelaire é o incontornável autor da decadência, uma facção literária que, na senda de Rimbaud, gosta de ver os seus avatares "degradarem-se". O haxixe e o vinho tomam papel de objectos de estudo por serem os catalisadores de efeitos e distorções mentais que inspiraram u. Read full review
Czarny Pies rated it it was ok
Recommends it for: Anyone interested in Thomas de Quincey
This book was big in the 1960s and 1970s when haschish smoking first became a widespread practice in North America. People like to feel that their vices are legitimized when practiced by important literary figures.
The book is basically rot. Graduate students in English li. Read full review
You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you ; you are exhaling yourself in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you worry or concern: how will you ever be able to get out of your pipe?
Isn't it true that a pleasant house makes winter more poetic, and doesn't winter add to the poetry of a house?
Cred ca deja am scris in notele mele despre faptul ca iubirea se aseamana izbitor cu o tortura sau cu o operatie chirurgicala. Aceasta idee poate fi insa dezvoltata la modul cel mai chinuitor. Chiar daca cei doi amanti ar fi foarte indragostiti si plini de dorinte unul fata de celalalt, unul din ei va fi intotdeauna mai calm sau mai putin posedat decat celalalt.
El - sau ea - este operatorul, sau calaul; celalalt, subiectul, victima. Auziti aceste suspine, preludiu al unei tragedii a dezonoarei, gemetele, strigatele, horcaiturile? Cine nu le-a proferat, cine nu le-a extorcat fara putinta de a se impotrivi? Si ce gasiti mai rau in supliciul profesat de niste tortionari meticulosi? Ochii acestia de somnambul, dati peste cap, membrele ale caror muschi tresar cu putere si se incordeaza, ca si cum ar fi actionati de o pila galvanica, betia, delirul, opiumul, in consecintele lor cele mai violente,nu va vor oferi, cu siguranta, exemple atat de curioase, atat de inspaimanatatoare. Si chipul omului, pe care Ovidiu il credea alcatuit pentru a oglindi astrele, iata-l nemairostind decat expresia unei ferocitati nebunesti ori destinzandu-se intr-un soi de moarte. Fiindca, desigur, as crede ca fac un sacrilegiu folosind extaz pentru acest soi de descompunere.
-Infricosator joc, in care trebuie ca unul dintre jucatori sa-si piarda controlul de sine !
Odata, in fata mea, s-a pus intrebarea. in ce consta placerea cea mai mare a dragostei? Cineva a raspuns cu naturalete. in a primi; iar un altul. in a se datui. Primul spuse: placere orgolioasa! Iar al doilea: voluptate a umilintei! Toti acesti obsceni vorbeau ca din Imitatio Christi. In fine, s-a gasit un isolent utopist care a spus ca cea mai mare placere a dragostei este aceea de a forma cetateni pentru patrie.
Eu spun ca unica, suprema voluptate, in iubire, sta in certitudinea de a face răul. Iar barbatul si femeia stiu asta din nastere ca intreaga voluptate se gaseste in rău.