(02-20-2026, 01:53 AM)babushka Wrote: The pocket Lavater, or, The science of physiognomy: to which is added, an inquiry into the analogy existing between brute and human physiognomy, from the Italian of Porta : embellished with 44 copperplate heads
https://archive.org/details/2561008R.nlm...1/mode/2up
Does this seem accurate to you?
Has it helped you in your life lately ?
I just finished last night a fun , gross , funny ,sad black comedy novel by Nick Cave called The Death of Bunny Munroe.
If you like sad funny black comedies , maybe like Trainspotting or Fight Club, this is a book for you!
Very fast entertainment.
(02-20-2026, 02:07 PM)quintessentone Wrote: I am thumbing through a poetry book given to me as a Christmas present.
"The poetry of Charles Baudelaire"
"Mist and Rain - context Summary
Published in 1860, Les Fleurs Du Mal
Published in Les Fleurs du Mal (1860), "Mist and Rain" encapsulates Baudelaire’s attraction to melancholic, nature-driven beauty. The speaker praises autumnal and wintry fogs that shroud heart and mind, finding in dreary seasons a fitting cloak for a sorrowful, elevated soul. The poem links depressive reverie with spiritual freedom and hints at escape through nocturnal intimacy or oblivion. It exemplifies Baudelaire’s recurrent mingling of gloom, the sublime, and erotic consolation."
"O ends of autumn, winters, springtimes drenched with mud,
Seasons that lull to sleep! I love you, I praise you
For enfolding my heart and mind thus
In a misty shroud and a filmy tomb.
On that vast plain where the cold south wind plays,
Where in the long, dark nights the weather-cock grows hoarse,
My soul spreads wide its raven wings
More easily than in the warm springtide.
Nothing is sweeter to a gloomy heart
On which the hoar-frost has long been falling,
Than the permanent aspect of your pale shadows,
O wan seasons, queens of our clime
- Unless it be to deaden suffering, side by side
In a casual bed, on a moonless night.
Translated by - William Aggeler"
I just bought (as long as he didn't sell out) a real nice edition of A. Crowley's translation of Baudelaire Little Poems in Prose, ,
In French I think La Spleen Du Paris.
Should be great.. Apparently Baudelaire Held it in higher regard than his Fleur.