Art CatalogueL'Homme et la merHomme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer!La mer est ton miroir; tu contemples ton âmeDans le déroulement infini de sa lame,Et ton esprit n'est pas un gouffre moins amer.Tu te plais à plonger au sein de ton image;Tu l'embrasses des yeux et des bras, et ton coeurSe distrait quelquefois de sa propre rumeurAu bruit de cette plainte indomptable et sauvage.Vous êtes tous les deux ténébreux et discrets:Homme, nul n'a sondé le fond de tes abîmes;Ô mer, nul ne connaît tes richesses intimes,Tant vous êtes jaloux de garder vos secrets!Et cependant voilà des siècles innombrablesQue vous vous combattez sans pitié ni remords,Tellement vous aimez le carnage et la mort,Ô lutteurs éternels, ô frères implacables!(Charles Baudelaire)Man and the SeaFree man, you will always cherish the sea!The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soulIn the infinite unrolling of its billows;Your mind is an abyss that is no less bitter.You like to plunge into the bosom of your image;You embrace it with eyes and arms, and your heartIs distracted at times from its own clamoringBy the sound of this plaint, wild and untamable.Both of you are gloomy and reticent:Man, no one has sounded the depths of your being;O Sea, no person knows your most hidden riches,So zealously do you keep your secrets!Yet for countless ages you have fought each otherWithout pity, without remorse,So fiercely do you love carnage and death,O eternal fighters, implacable brothers!William Aggeler, Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)Writing nonfiction is more like sculpture, a matter of shaping the research into the finished thing. Novels are like paintings, specifically watercolors. Every stroke you put down you have to go with. Of course you can rewrite, but the original strokes are still there in the texture of the thing. (Joan Didion)eq-Paintings.netFine ArtPainting-Graphics-PhotographyFree Downloads
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