The Flowers of Evil – Charles Baudelaire
The old poet’s soul roams the gutter
With the sorrowful refrain of a shivering ghost.
The great bell mourns, and the smoke veiled log
In falsetto accompanies the snivelling clock,
As from a rankly scented deck of cards,
Fatal legacy of some dropsical old crone,
The smart Jack of Hearts and Queen of Spades
Darkly discuss their perished loves.
A selection of new translations by Will Stone.
Thanks for William Burroughs
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ampere’s and
“Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo” (trans. “I will bugger you and stuff your gobs”) Catullus, still shocking 2,000 years on & ““Syntax condensed, sound is solid.” Allen Ginsberg‘s Mind Writing Slogans (includes William Blake, Walt Whitman, Kerouac, Shakespeare, Bob Dylan / via @ElectricLit) & Rimbaud‘s Illuminations at Dennis Cooper’s blog & The Velvet Underground at […]