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2. Baudelaire’s satanic majesty

Baudelaire, 1864

One of the main characters in Doctor Forrest, a young woman called Eloise Keaton, is a hardcore devotee of French poetry and of Charles Baudelaire in particular, above all his immortal/immemorial collection Les Fleurs du Mal. The book is, one might say, a sort of Bible to her. As, I must admit, it was to me at an impressionable age, in the 1983 dual language edition with renderings into English by the wonderful American poet/translator Richard Howard. You can read some of the translations here.
I was first guided to Baudelaire by good literary influence – not poetry but fiction, ‘Black Venus’ by Angela Carter, the title-story of a volume of tales by her, this one about Jeanne Duval, Baudelaire’s shady muse. (My feelings on learning the edgier elements of Baudelaire’s biography were akin to those recently voiced in respect of his own discoveries by the poet David Harsent in the Guardian: “I was rather taken with the fact that being a poet could also involve having a mulatto mistress and catching the clap…”) Around that time I also picked up on the legend that Baudelaire was a huge admirer of Edgar Allan Poe, and not just the famous ‘Tales of Mystery and Imagination’ but also the poetry, which was rumoured to offer a new frisson in French.
I imagine young readers will always seek out Baudelaire in search of what is, in great-poetry terms, the red meat of sensation. His work has a luxurious, alluring darkness and corruption. George Steiner once wrote of Dostoyevsky that by contrast with Tolstoy’s Olympian vitality he was ‘the sum of energies charged with illness and possession.’ That fits Baudelaire too.
To me the finest re-statement of the Baudelairean aesthetic is put in the mouth of Madame de Sade berating her mother in the 1965 play by Yukio Mishima: ‘You and your kind when you see a rose say ‘How pretty!’ And when you see a snake you say ‘How disgusting!’ You know nothing of the world where the rose and the snake are intimates and at night exchange shapes, the snake’s cheeks turning red and the rose putting forth shining scales…’
More of Mishima and snakes to come, watch this space. Meantime, this is probably my favourite poem of Baudelaire’s, and it is also much admired by Dr Robert Forrest.

Le Revenant
Comme les anges à l’oeil fauve,
Je reviendrai dans ton alcôve
Et vers toi glisserai sans bruit
Avec les ombres de la nuit;
Et je te donnerai, ma brune,
Des baisers froids comme la lune
Et des caresses de serpent
Autour d’une fosse rampant.
Quand viendra le matin livide,
Tu trouveras ma place vide,
Où jusqu’au soir il fera froid.
Comme d’autres par la tendresse,
Sur ta vie et sur ta jeunesse,
Moi, je veux régner par l’effroi.

Lastly, for audio-visual pleasure, here is Diamanda Galas’s performance of CB’s Litanies de Satan. Don’t play it if you’re alone and the house is dark, for it does rather carry Hell in its wake…


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'Yesterday' by (c) Philippe Faraut

Dear reader – mon semblable, mon frère, ou ma soeur…
Thank you for visiting the official web-log of The Possessions of Doctor Forrest, a novel of mine that will be published by Faber and Faber on June 2 2011. The novel tells a story of the supernatural, with distinct overtones of the gothic style, though its dramatic events unfold in the present day (more or less…) In writing this novel I have hoped not only to tell an entertaining tale but also to repay a debt of love that I owe to the genre of the macabre and sinister and diabolical – a love for ‘tales of mystery and imagination’, which began for me – as it does for many people, strange as it always sounds – in childhood. On this blog I will be writing entries devoted to books and authors, art and artists, films and filmmakers, music and composers that have thrilled and unnerved me, and given me the impetus to want to tell a horror story of my own.
(BTW the illustration herewith is Yesterday by Philippe Faraut, a mask in Vermont marble described on the sculptor’s website as conveying ‘the temporary nature of physical beauty.’)
In weeks to come I hope the blog will slowly build into a sort of concordance of the supernatural, however partial and personal in its tastes; and I hope you will find more than a few things here that are familiar delights to you, or else unknown pleasures yet to be indulged.
Yours, ever,
Richard T Kelly

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