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The Beautiful Cage
"Above my head darted brilliantly colored tropical birds, and as I heard the sound of clinking bells on the bridle of a horse passing on the main road, the impressions of the two senses fused into one identity, and I attributed this mysterious song of brass to the birds, and fancied that they warbled with metal throats. Their song, evidently, celebrated my captivity." (Charles Baudelaire)
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The Seraphim Theater
"Soon the links that bind your ideas become so frail, the thread that ties your conceptions so tenuous, that only your accomplices can understand you. And here again you cannot be completely certain; perhaps they only think they understand you, and the illusion is reciprocal. These outbursts of loud cries and laughter, which resemble explosions, seem like true madness, or at least like the ravings of a madman, to all those who are not similarly intoxicated.
Likewise will wisdom, good sense, and the logical thoughts of the sober, prudent observer, delight and amuse you like a particular form of dementia. The roles are reversed. His detachment drives you to extremes of sarcastic mockery. Now is this not really a mysteriously comic situation, when a man is moved to incomprehensible mirth by a person whose condition differs from his own? The lunatic pities the sane man, and henceforth the idea of his own superiority begins to dawn on his intellect's horizon. Soon it will explode like a meteor." (Charles Baudelaire)
Likewise will wisdom, good sense, and the logical thoughts of the sober, prudent observer, delight and amuse you like a particular form of dementia. The roles are reversed. His detachment drives you to extremes of sarcastic mockery. Now is this not really a mysteriously comic situation, when a man is moved to incomprehensible mirth by a person whose condition differs from his own? The lunatic pities the sane man, and henceforth the idea of his own superiority begins to dawn on his intellect's horizon. Soon it will explode like a meteor." (Charles Baudelaire)
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1858,
Charles Baudelaire,
Hashish
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The following types of reactions were observed
(1) Disturbed general condition, vegetative symptoms, sensory symptoms of the most varied types (2) Disturbed perception, hallucinations, particularly of an optical nature (3) Psychomotor effects, often with impulsive outbursts of anger, weeping or laughing (4) General effects of intoxication (5) Changes in the ego in the sense of depersonalization and alienation of self or surroundings ("My ego runs away from me" ... "There are two of me and I see my other self. I hear my voice but I do not recognize it.") (6) Disturbances in notion of time.
Complete terrible destruction
(1) Eyes popping out (2) Me meeting myself at a party (3) Self image–one's body a grey curved undefined blob (4) Crossed arrows or lances that do not allow one to pass (5) Partial self-image with red indicating my arm–made of many interwoven pieces of red twine or rope (6) Writhing person–a shadow of the proper self one wanted to be, now pierced with 7 (7) Flaming blue sword destroying the last of what one wanted to be (8) The hideous, mocking cold face (9) Part of a human form–female–now grotesque, as a dead, burnt, naked tree (10) Fragment of double or reflected thorn of a thistle (11) Shrubbery (12) The road to nowhere
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