![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Eliot for liking what he likes, by the way.įirst, obviously, I read Les Fleurs du mal in translation. And yet I’m here because of a very silly thing I’m doing concerning a poem I like, so we might as well see what’s going on here. The first being that I know like six words of French and the other being that I don’t really like poetry. The two main hurdles to this are minor, I admit. And so many guns! Anyway, this bit is brought you by me being way the hell out of my comfort zone and not really knowing how to talk properly about French poetry. I’d never heard of a Bordeaux-bong before but those French hillbillies know how to party. Oh hell yes who is down for some 19 th century French poetry!? Word bitch I know you love it, Baudelaire is all up in your face right now! *Fireworks, explosions, and a rippin’ guitar version of La Marseillaise* FRANCE! Huh? Oh, sorry, I just came back from a parallel dimension where the French have the same stereotypes applied to them as the United States and it was weird. Poetry * Charles Baudelaire * Edgy French Poems * 1857 Synopsis ![]()
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