C.B. is one EFFED UP dude---I like him because he fucking loves beauty in misery---in fact, one of my favorite quotes by him is "Joy is Beauty's most vulgar adornment;" there are probably mad variations of it b/c of translations.
Been reading Parisian Scenes from The Flowers of Evil and he writes about old chicks in a poem called "The Little Old Women"---"Have you ever noticed how many caskets of old women are almost as small as a child's?" and in another poem, " "Only the strong are exhalted by the charms of horror."
Point and case, CB is ill, read some of his misery-laden poems.
