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Black Venus - Angela Carter: Jul 16, 5:10am 0 review literature, baudelaire, angela-carter
http://webdoc.gwdg.de/edoc/ia/eese/artic97/schmid/2_97.html

THE ART OF BERESFORD EGAN: Jun 5, 9:48pm 1 review baudelaire
http://www.banger.com/art/egan/

Charles Baudelaire, “On Photography,” from The Salon of 1859: May 30, 1:50pm 2 reviews art-history, baudelaire
http://www.csus.edu/indiv/o/obriene/art109/readings/11%20baudelaire%20Photogr...

Baudelaire, Dumas and cannabis | Review | Guardian Unlimited Books: Sep 23, 2007 4:33am 2 reviews books, baudelaire
http://books.guardian.co.uk/review/story/0,12084,809622,00.html

Charles Baudelaire - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: Sep 21, 2007 1:47pm 1 review biographies, baudelaire
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Baudelaire

Baudelaire: Jul 26, 2007 2:31am 1 review poetry, baudelaire
http://homepages.westminster.org.uk/art_history/Baudelaire.htm

Charles Baudelaires Fleurs du Mal: Apr 16, 2007 1:47pm 21 reviews poetry, baudelaire, des-esseintes
http://www.fleursdumal.org/; Des Esseintes had a specially bound volume of Baudelaire's poetry made for his own private use. What book of poetry would you want to have made for your very own? Would it be bound in flesh, inscribed with blood? Or drawn on your tongue in Chartreuse?

Baudelaire - The Lamentations Of An Icarus: Oct 13, 2006 4:49pm 5 reviews poetry, baudelaire
http://www.artofeurope.com/baudelaire/bau8.htm; The lovers of prostitutes are
Happy, cheerful, well-fed;
As for me, my arms are broken
Through having hugged the clouds.
It is thanks to the incomparable stars,
Blazing in the depths of the sky,
That my devoured eyes see only
The memories of suns.
In vain I wished to find
The centre and the end of space;
I know not under what fiery eye
I feel my wings breaking;
And burnt up by love of beauty,
I shall not have the splendid honour
Of giving my name to the abyss
Which will serve as my grave.