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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

In a break from tradition I thought as a single bloke, confident in my cock size, and happy that size doesn’t matter, comfortable with rejection and the many forms this takes. Understands the reason “why” and has learned patience and is definitely a bum man and not a leg man, that I would explore French poets and love, for was it not Baudelaire that said

“Beauty, hard scourge of spirits, have your way!

With flame-like eyes that at brights feasts have flared

Burn up these tatters that the beasts have spared!”

Yet Victor Hugo said

“What is love? I have met in the streets a very poor man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul”

Now in the former prose we can assume that the man in Baudelaire’s poem is tired of love, his heart lies in tatters, but still he accepts that he will be tormented by beautiful people and still have a strong desire for a physical coupling, however he knows that the very embers of his soul will be extinguished with more experiences of the unrequited love that have sown such disillusionment…

In the later, Hugo is saying that love is for the rich and poor alike and that it lifts us above the mundane and materialistic sense of self, to a new level of exploration or experience, in fact just from this brief piece of prose we could hypothesise that Hugo was chastising the rich, their “love” of the material preventing them from knowing true love, in a world without “things” or at least the importance of things.

In this we have the dark and light, a Russian writer, Bulgarkov, once wrote (as a statement made by the Devil);

“But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if evil did not exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared? After all, shadows are cast by things and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. But shadows come from trees and living beings. Do you want to strip the earth of all trees and living things, just because of your fantasy of enjoying naked light”.

If we take the statement of Bulgarkov “out of context” and place it into the Baudelaire and Hugo context, what dear old Mikhail is saying, is that you have to experience bad things to appreciate the good things…..

and now to find my Prozac………….

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

and yogi bear said "a I'm smarter than the average bear"

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By *ushroom7Man
over a year ago

Bradford

The thing i find strange about these French poets and thinkers, Beaudelaire and Voltaire etc is ..

didn't they have an excellent command of English?

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


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The thing i find strange about these French poets and thinkers, Beaudelaire and Voltaire etc is ..

didn't they have an excellent command of English?"

To be fair, the Bulgarkov quote is a particularly poor translation, the Hugo one is a good one, and the baudelaire ok. My command of Russian is not good enough to have a more exacting phrase for Wolands speech on the park bench. I believe the Baudelaire interpretation is somewhat "contrived", it is far better in french

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"If all experiences were good, eventually some of them would not seem as good as others."

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

surely the bard summed this up much more succinctly, 'better to have loved and lost....'

And he was English

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

I was discussing french poets, hence the title...... (lol) but as the famous writer anon once said "It is better be hated for telling the truth, than loved for telling a lie".

Tomorrow we shall do English prose and poety, today try to stay on topic, lets look at the French and their words that may guide us through this journey we call life....

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By *ushroom7Man
over a year ago

Bradford

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By *ushroom7Man
over a year ago

Bradford


"I was discussing french poets, hence the title...... (lol) but as the famous writer anon once said "It is better be hated for telling the truth, than loved for telling a lie".

Tomorrow we shall do English prose and poety, today try to stay on topic, lets look at the French and their words that may guide us through this journey we call life....

"

Anyone ever see French poets and authors write in their own language?

Bloody foreigners lol ( ps joke )

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By *ushroom7Man
over a year ago

Bradford


"surely the bard summed this up much more succinctly, 'better to have loved and lost....'

And he was English"

Mrs Mushy was more succint, "Fuck off"

Mind you, she was bovine.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I was discussing french poets, hence the title...... (lol) but as the famous writer anon once said "It is better be hated for telling the truth, than loved for telling a lie".

Tomorrow we shall do English prose and poety, today try to stay on topic, lets look at the French and their words that may guide us through this journey we call life....

"

My appologies, have studied English literature, but not French xx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Le coeur qui crie l'amour,

pour cette femme tout les jours,

celle qui a notre coeur,

et notre bonheur ...

Une femme parfaite à nos yeux,

nos yeux tant amoureux,

on était à la recherche d'amour,

et enfin elle est là chaque jour ...

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By *ushroom7Man
over a year ago

Bradford


"Le coeur qui crie l'amour,

pour cette femme tout les jours,

celle qui a notre coeur,

et notre bonheur ...

Une femme parfaite à nos yeux,

nos yeux tant amoureux,

on était à la recherche d'amour,

et enfin elle est là chaque jour ...

"

Translation please

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"Le coeur qui crie l'amour,

pour cette femme tout les jours,

celle qui a notre coeur,

et notre bonheur ...

Une femme parfaite à nos yeux,

nos yeux tant amoureux,

on était à la recherche d'amour,

et enfin elle est là chaque jour ...

"

It seems we have a fixation with the eyes in french poetry, again baudelaire may assist:

You can scorn more illustrious eyes,

sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flight

something as good or as tender as night.

Turn to mine your charmed shadows, sweet eyes!

Great eyes of a child, adorable secrets,

you resemble those grottoes of magic

where, behind the dark and lethargic,

shine vague treasures the world forgets.

My child has veiled eyes, profound and vast,

and shining like you, Night, immense, above!

Their fires are of Trust, mixed with thoughts of Love,

that glitter in depths, voluptuous or chaste.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

René Descartes was asked if he thought French poetry was the best....He replied

"I think not..."

... and disappeared....;-)

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By *ushroom7Man
over a year ago

Bradford


"Le coeur qui crie l'amour,

pour cette femme tout les jours,

celle qui a notre coeur,

et notre bonheur ...

Une femme parfaite à nos yeux,

nos yeux tant amoureux,

on était à la recherche d'amour,

et enfin elle est là chaque jour ...

It seems we have a fixation with the eyes in french poetry, again baudelaire may assist:

You can scorn more illustrious eyes,

sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flight

something as good or as tender as night.

Turn to mine your charmed shadows, sweet eyes!

Great eyes of a child, adorable secrets,

you resemble those grottoes of magic

where, behind the dark and lethargic,

shine vague treasures the world forgets.

My child has veiled eyes, profound and vast,

and shining like you, Night, immense, above!

Their fires are of Trust, mixed with thoughts of Love,

that glitter in depths, voluptuous or chaste. "

***k me, make no wonder i failed French, i had a cry of the heart in there somewhere.

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By *ushroom7Man
over a year ago

Bradford

Were Descartes and Socrates related?

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"René Descartes was asked if he thought French poetry was the best....He replied

"I think not..."

... and disappeared....;-)"

Ah the Philosophy of the french, but truly, can a philosopher be asked to critique his nations own poetry (especially when his allegiance to the dutch was so very strong?)

when it comes to philosophy and love, I think socrates said it best;

By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.

Proving that even philosophers have a sense of humour...

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"

***k me, make no wonder i failed French, i had a cry of the heart in there somewhere."

To be fair, I was writing as the request for a translation came through, however I shall attempt a translation to the poem that was put up, however I am not sure of its origin....

The heart which cries (shouts) of love

For this woman everyday

that which has our heart

and our happiness

A perfect woman in our eyes

Our eyes so much in love

One in which we seek love

and it is there at the end of each day

Not good, but the tone of the poem is strange....

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By *ushroom7Man
over a year ago

Bradford

Just wondering, if and when these French poets and authors and philopsophers got a shag, as surely they must, did they wear english letters?

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"

Just wondering, if and when these French poets and authors and philopsophers got a shag, as surely they must, did they wear english letters?"

Surely the reason they were writing poetry and philosophising in the first place is because they were not shagging!

Or perhaps they wrote as they indulged, using the firm buttocks of their lovers as both inspiration and somewhere to lean on, a la Dangerous Liaisons...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Love this thread, which is amazing as I am not one for poetry.

On a French theme, Cyrano de Bergerac is one of my Top Ten films, cry every time without fail

Ben

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

A priest was summoned to Voltaire as he lay on his deathbed. The priest asked Voltaire to renounce Satan, to which Voltaire replied, "Now, now my dear man, this is no time to make new enemies."

His epitaph simply reads

"Here lies Voltaire"

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

“Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.” Anais Nin.

Not strictly a poet, but one of my favourite French authors and I love this quote...

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By *uriousc88Woman
over a year ago

Reading

Louise Labe's Baise m'encor' is a beautiful poem.

Or Lamartine's L'Automne

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