He was wearing a pair of geeky specs, there was a battered book peeking out of his pocket, Baudelaire, no less, Les Fleurs du Mal—in French—a significant detail and the perfect conversation starter…that, and the shared cigarette…so, anyway, in a room full of people, we fucked—with words—we didn’t touch each other, except at the end, when he whispered against my neck…and, well… I don’t have to tell you the rest—I’m pretty sure you can guess.
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That’s how we do it. ❤
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You do it brilliantly, Eric! 💜
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😳🤗😏
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I agree
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The sensual power of the written word. I may have to sip a bit of the Green Fairy later and revisit this.
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What about that book on your blog? That definitely needs revisiting 😉
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I believe that it does as well! Page by page, word by word… 😀
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Of course! It’s a subject you have to be very thorough with 😀
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One does not fully enjoy such a thing without deep analysis and punctuated by brief breaks. The mental and physical exhaustion at the end of such a tome is proof positive that it was properly explored. 😀
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“The mental and physical exhaustion…” as well as the general feeling of well-being 😉
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Yes, the euphoria. That’s part of the experience. 🙂 Then to re-read ones favorite chapters.
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One must *always* re-read one’s favourite chapters—a good book should be well thumbed 😏
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I can read certain chapters over and over again, often entering an idyllic state of being. Yes! Well thumbed, and sometimes the pages bent to keep my place at my favorite places.
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Rob, that’s what bookmarks are for! 😜
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I prefer to bend the pages. 😉
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HOW did I know you were going to say that? 😜
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lol! And we haven’t even explored the tactile pleasures of braille yet. 😉
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I was wondering when you’d get to that! 😂
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lol! Baudelaire in Braille – the mind boggles!
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I’d have been wrecked by the glasses and the book as well… 😉
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Somehow I had a feeling you’d understand this, Meg 😏😜
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Oh yes, indeed! 😀
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Speaking of consistency, what a great advert for carrying a book everywhere you go. Literature is so much more in your hands.
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You know? This could easily have been you, you carry a book everywhere you go, don’t you? And there is something about a battered book that’s just…irresistible!
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Now I am the big headed one! With my wonky glasses, I would sadly ruin the lyricism of the French language with my unpractised pronunciation. Still it is a good spur on which to reacquaint myself and perhaps one day master the language enough to read the greats.
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Well, you don’t have to read (or talk about them) in French. I love a good discussion about Zola in English too!
And there’s a certain charm about wonky glasses (there is!)
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I sat on mine years ago and am just too cheap to get them fixed, that money has been wisely spent on books, including the aforementioned Zola, where I have four waiting to be read…I shall endeavour to get to them soon, then I will be knowledgeable enough to impress you!
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Ha! I have about 10 pairs of glasses because I regularly sit on them. As for Zola, I patiently await your reviews!
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Wonderful, Natalie. Sometimes those geeky booklovers make great lovers. ❤
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Nathalie. Sorry, typing too fast 🙂
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Lol for a moment there I thought your cat had taken over your keyboard again 😉
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Ha ha. No, he says he doesn’t make typos. 🙂
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😂
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They do 😉
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Happy Weekend cara ❤
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Hope you had a lovely weekend yourself 💜
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Fantastic!
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Thank you!
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Ah sapiosexual, nice. 🙂
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Ya, that’s me 🙂
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Love the cover…I think I will do another Baudelaire post soon.. thank you. Great little story by the way
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Thank you, pleased you enjoyed my little nonsense. It is a great cover, isn’t it? Would you mind linking me up to the Baudelaire post you already have done? (If I got that right)
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Will do I have done two posts on different poems
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I look forward to it!
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Le Sommeil-Gustave Courbet 1866
Inspired by Charles Baudelaire’s poem Femmes damnees Delphine et Hippolyte (Damned Women Delphine and Hippolyte) …
The Sleepers
https://cakeordeathsite.wordpress.com/2016/09/14/the-sleepers/
Also Baudelaire gets a mention in this post as well as many others.
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Frederic Bazille-La Toilette 1870It is impossible to overestimate the influence of Charles Baudelaire upon modernity. The entire Symbolism/Decadent…
The Flowers of Evil: The Balcony
https://cakeordeathsite.wordpress.com/2017/02/09/the-flowers-of-evil-the-balcony/
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Eliphas Levi-Baphomet Goat-1856As well as containing erotic poems that led to Baudelaire being prosecuted for insulting public decency, Les Fleurs …
The Flowers of Evil: Litanies Of Satan
https://cakeordeathsite.wordpress.com/2017/02/10/the-flowers-of-evil-litanies-of-satan/
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Isn’t Jean-Paul Sartre known for his book ‘No Exit’, ‘The Flies’, & ‘The Devil and the Good Lord’.
This book caught my attention. I will put it on my list of book reads and collection. 🙂
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What’s brilliant about this is its simplicity and the truth of it. Fucking with words. You just GOT to the point and exposed something people often do and cannot explain. The choice of book is perfect.
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I feel I’ve done that quite often in my life actually – the fucking with words
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“La très chère était nue et connaissant mon coeur, elle n’avait gardé que ses bijoux sonores…”
🙂
j’ai une belle édition des Fleurs du mal (Pièces condamnées), datant de 1947. J’ignorais qu’il y eût une édition préfacée par Sartre. A chercher sur les quais cet été.
Et quant à ton texte… qu’en quelques mots simples et gallants ces choses-là sont dites.
🙂
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Ah, c’est précieux ça! Et que faire de mieux l’été à Paris de flâner et fouiller sur les quais? 🙂
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Absolument. Je crois que dans une semaine normale à Paris, je descend sur les quais 2-3 fois? J’ai même mes fournisseurs attitrés. A +.
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Im going, I’m going…but this is so hot!! I love it. The subtle rhyming is gorgeous.
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Thank you, Vic. I guess this appealed to the hot nerd that you are 😜
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Lol. I am a nerd and I love nerds. Mmm. 😏
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What a delicious intimacy it is. There is something so exquisitely stimulating about that kind of word play…
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There is! Definitely!
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Smiles.
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https://lemmyalpy.wordpress.com/2017/07/30/the-17-year-old-virgin-and-in-reality-fridge/
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