by Charles-Pierre Baudelaire, Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Verlaine
“This is another sort of sentimental favorite of mine. This is because I don't own the book outright. In the summer of 1993 (I think), my friend Bobby and I drove from Kentucky to San Diego. This was a book we went in on together one day while perusing a bookstore there. We decided when we returned to Kentucky that we'd just treat the book as one does a child in a divorce: I'd hold on to it for a while and then pass it back over to him to keep for a time. At the time of writing, the book sits on my shelf.
What I like most about the book are the short vignette-style poems by Baudelaire. He seems to be able to bring out the beauty of pain and suffering, to mix the spiritual and the mundane, and to revel in ennui and meloncholy in a way few others can. ”
Brian S wrote this review Friday, December 21 2007.
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