Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil

"It is there that I lived in exalted calm,

In the midst of the azure, the splendor, the waves,

While pregnant with perfumes, naked slaves

Refreshed my forehead with branches of palm,

Whose gentle and only care was to know

The secret that caused me to languish so."

Visual Synopsis

Reading. (Constantly.)

First NBA game

Learning the Lost Dutchman's sinful secrets

Robbery

Kari and I

Kissin'

Snowing

Bird

Dating

Ghost Hunting

Sonnet I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste :
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

Happy April!

The Tempest

Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.

-Shakespeare

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