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Almost looks like two separate pictures there

I looked upon the scene before me --upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain --upon the bleak walls --upon the vacant eye-like windows --upon a few rank sedges --and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees --with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium --the bitter lapse into everyday life --the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart --an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.

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Spot on; it also always makes me think of lovecraft (surprise, surprise).

Did you know that Baudelaire had an obsession with Poe, and translated quite a number of his short stories? I've never actually read any, but I always found that fascinating. I would love to see how he approached them. I've done quite a bit of translation, mostly focusing on Baudelaire, but I think it's an absolutely fascinating subject that no one really gives any thought to outside of, and even including much of, academia.

Additionally, the HPL story "Hypnos" is purportedly based on Baudelaire, for whatever that's worth.

 

[the shah]

 

[Synthese]

RIP softy

 

[sipang]

He lives on in all of us.

Those two things, I do not like them. Add to the incriminating list.

Almost looks like two separate pictures there

I looked upon the scene before me --upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain --upon the bleak walls --upon the vacant eye-like windows --upon a few rank sedges --and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees --with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium --the bitter lapse into everyday life --the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart --an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.

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Spot on; it also always makes me think of lovecraft (surprise, surprise).

Did you know that Baudelaire had an obsession with Poe, and translated quite a number of his short stories? I've never actually read any, but I always found that fascinating. I would love to see how he approached them. I've done quite a bit of translation, mostly focusing on Baudelaire, but I think it's an absolutely fascinating subject that no one really gives any thought to outside of, and even including much of, academia.

Additionally, the HPL story "Hypnos" is purportedly based on Baudelaire, for whatever that's worth.

It's all connected, isn't it ?

I didn't know about the translations, it's intriguing. A quick googleing revealed this , might be an interesting read

 

[the shah]



Those two things, I do not like them. Add to the incriminating list.

i poasted those here specifically for you, closeups and all. i had pics of the fellow from the house at the end of the street in santa agatha, he works now in centreville, wears a bright colored tie and outrageous shirt pattern but matches it all very well, i wish i could invite him to sf. also had pics of maison antoine, but neither of those would be as good with macro photo settings...

 

[sipang]

I walked by Maison Antoine a few hours ago, had to resist with all my might.

 

[the shah]

^ #SFatProblems




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This is insanity, Max

Or maybe it's genious​

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[Fuuma]



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Vincent Van Gogh
I know this painting is overexposed, but I don't care. I've always liked the story behind it. If I remember right, Van Gogh painted it while convalescing (if you want to call it that) at the asylum in St Rémy, near Arles. The period was productive for him, and he painted about 150 pieces. He liked to work outside, in view of the landscapes he was painting. But after a particularly bad bout of depression, he was confined to the asylum. He painted Starry Night during this confinement, doing it from memory and from his imagination.

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". . . Vincent Van Gogh, who carried his severed ear to the place that most offends polite society. It is admirable that in this way he both manifested a love that refused to take anything into account and in a way spat in the faces of all those who have accepted the elevated and official idea of life that is so well known. Perhaps the practice of sacrifice has disappeared from the earth because it was not able to be sufficiently charged with this element of hate and disgust, without which it appears in our eyes as servitude. The monstrous ear sent in its envelope, however, abruptly leaves the magic circle where the rites of liberation stupidly aborted. It leaves along with the tongue of Anaxarchus of Abdera, bit off and spat bloody in the face of the tyrant Nicocreon, and with the tongue of [Z]eno of Elea spat in the face of Demylos . . . both of these philosophers having been subjected to atrocious tortures, the first crushed while still alive in a mortar."

 

[Rompson]

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The Cantigas de Santa Maria (CSM), composed at the Court of King Alfonso X of Castile in the second half of the 13th century, are a vast repertory of poetry in medieval Galician. The 420 compositions include 353 narratives of miracles of the Blessed Virgin Mary - one of the largest such collections - as well as a large number of devotional and liturgical poems, almost all set to music, and many illustrated by miniatures divided into smaller panels. The CSM are thus more than a body of literature or a miracle collection, they are a cultural project of great importance for medieval literature, music, and art, and for the history of patronage.

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[the shah]

even the packaging ...

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for sipang: yet another one to add to your list

 

[sipang]

You're batting a 1000 so far, respek.

 

[iroh]

 

[noob in 89]



Did you know that Baudelaire had an obsession with Poe, and translated quite a number of his short stories?... I've done quite a bit of translation, mostly focusing on Baudelaire, but I think it's an absolutely fascinating subject that no one really gives any thought to outside of, and even including much of, academia.

Yeah...we can thank the French for Poe, Faulkner, and a few other American classsics that almost weren't -- IMO always the coolest thinkers and prose stylists, but ones who just didn't fit into the ideal -- almost official -- image they were trying to project with our canon, always moving away from the pre-Freudian weirdness of CB Brown and toward the drab religious stuff they've come to force upon every tenth grader. It's really kind of a shame.

But...i'm not sure the French influence is neglected?

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Post-Xmas poasts will likely include: Chris Ware; Lucretius/David Berman death-meditation mash-ups. Prepare!

 

[Synthese]

No, but "translation" is largely ignored, even through undergraduate.

 

[noob in 89]

Oh, I see... Yeah, that's a tough one. If you ever produce a mock-up syllabus, you shoul post it here.