Category Archives: baudelaire

That Which Forges Art: On Baudelaire’s "La Pipe"

The Pipe Charles Baudelaire (trans. Joshua Rocks and Ashok Karra) I am the pipe of an author; One sees, in contemplating my mien Of Abyssinian or Kaffir, Whether my master is a great smoker. When he is filled with sorrow, I smoke like a cottage Where they prepare supper For the return of the laborer.

Adultery and the Mind: On Baudelaire’s "The Cat"

The Cat Charles Baudelaire (translation Joshua Rocks, with help in key places from Stephanie Perrais) Come, my dear cat, upon my loving chest; Hold in the claws of your paws, and allow me to dive into your beautiful eyes, a mixture of metal and agate. In which time my fingers caress in leisure Your head