Didn't someone already mention "Le Vampire"? That's what comes to mind for Baudelaire. I don't know Rimbaud or Verlaine very well off hand.
"Le Vampire"
Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau,
Dans mon coeur plaintif es entrée;
Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau
De démons, vins, folle et parée,
De mon esprit humilié
Faire ton lit et ton domaine;
— Infâme à qui je suis lié
Comme le forçat à la chaîne,
Comme au jeu le joueur têtu,
Comme à la bouteille l'ivrogne,
Comme aux vermines la charogne
— Maudite, maudite sois-tu!
J'ai prié le glaive rapide
De conquérir ma liberté,
Et j'ai dit au poison perfide
De secourir ma lâcheté.
Hélas! le poison et le glaive
M'ont pris en dédain et m'ont dit:
«Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enlève
À ton esclavage maudit,
Imbécile! — de son empire
Si nos efforts te délivraient,
Tes baisers ressusciteraient
Le cadavre de ton vampire!»
— Charles Baudelaire
from Confessions of an Opium Eater, I believe
Isn't that Thomas DeQuincey?
There's also
"Le Mort joyeux"
Dans une terre grasse et pleine d'escargots
Je veux creuser moi-même une fosse profonde,
Où je puisse à loisir étaler mes vieux os
Et dormir dans l'oubli comme un requin dans l'onde.
Je hais les testaments et je hais les tombeaux;
Plutôt que d'implorer une larme du monde,
Vivant, j'aimerais mieux inviter les corbeaux
À saigner tous les bouts de ma carcasse immonde.
Ô vers! noirs compagnons sans oreille et sans yeux,
Voyez venir à vous un mort libre et joyeux;
Philosophes viveurs, fils de la pourriture,
À travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,
Et dites-moi s'il est encor quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans âme et mort parmi les morts!
— Charles Baudelaire
The Joyful Corpse
In a rich, heavy soil, infested with snails,
I wish to dig my own grave, wide and deep,
Where I can at leisure stretch out my old bones
And sleep in oblivion like a shark in the wave.
I have a hatred for testaments and for tombs;
Rather than implore a tear of the world,
I'd sooner, while alive, invite the crows
To drain the blood from my filthy carcass.
O worms! black companions with neither eyes nor ears,
See a dead man, joyous and free, approaching you;
Wanton philosophers, children of putrescence,
Go through my ruin then, without remorse,
And tell me if there still remains any torture
For this old soulless body, dead among the dead!
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
Charles of the Ritz "Paper White" pressed powder, Revlon "Blackberry" lipstick in the original formula, and Maybeline black liquid liner in the original formula.
Man, so much word on the Blackberry lipstick. WOE.
I would add some Niche Goth Items like Ultress Plum and Burgundy hair dyes (for Goths who can't pull of black, but don't want to go red). OH! That Bonne Belle white concealer stuff in a tube. What was it called? Man, that stuff was awesome.
This lady sells discontinued Revlon items...
She has a tube of Blackberry. But there is no way to figure out if it's the original formula, or if it's the new, not at all burgundy formula. Dammit!
But there is no way to figure out if it's the original formula, or if it's the new, not at all burgundy formula. Dammit!
She does say she only has one tube, which suggests it's not that easy to find.
She does say she only has one tube, which suggests it's not that easy to find.
It's the newer packaging, which means it's the new version of the color. Drat!
The world of discontinued makeup is fascinating. Feverish treasure hunting!
The world of discontinued makeup is fascinating. Feverish treasure hunting!
A couple of years ago, Plei found a seller on eBay that was selling off a stockpile of the Charles of the Ritz "paper white" compacts. I think we each bought two.
