That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity – that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are a essential part and characteristic of beauty.
Charles BaudelaireRead
I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often useless, and sometimes such a nuisance, that I felt no more emotion on losing it than if, on a stroll, I had mislaid my visiting card.
Interpretation
Baudelaire reflects on the insignificance of the soul and the lack of emotional attachment to it.
In this quote, Charles Baudelaire conveys a sense of detachment from the concept of the soul, viewing it as something ephemeral and often burdensome. He likens losing his soul to misplacing a trivial item, suggesting a profound indifference to its significance, which invites reflection on the nature of existence and the value we assign to intangible aspects of our being.
In practice
During a philosophical discussion about the nature of existence, referencing Baudelaire's view can illustrate points about detachment and meaning.
That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity – that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are a essential part and characteristic of beauty.
The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.
Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the undulations of dreams, and sudden leaps of consciousness.
There is no sweeter pleasure than to surprise a man by giving him more than he hopes for.
The priest is an immense being because he makes the crowd believe astonishing things.
I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.
The Constitution cannot protect us unless we protect the Constitution.
We live in condensations of our imagination
The proper ending for any story about people it seems to me, since life is now a polymer in which the Earth is wrapped so tightly, should be the same abbreviation, which I now write large because I feel like it, which is this one: ETC.
You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe.
I shall gather myself into my self again, _x000D_ I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
Irony has only emergency use. Carried over time it is the voice of the trapped who have come to enjoy their cage.
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