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High-functioning Werewolf
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 Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 10:58 am
The Decadents created during the Victorian era, mainly in France. The subject matter was usually of a dark, sometimes Gothic nature and many of the artists embraced the label placed on the genre. It is strongly symbolic and very romantic.
Some good examples of Decadent writers and artists:
Charles Pierre Baudelaire
Edvard Munch
Oscar Wilde
Anton Checkhov
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Victor Hugo
Does anybody have favorite pieces from the Decadent movement?
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 3:31 pm
You've named my favorite. Oscar Wilde.
I know very little about either movement, but I've often thought that the decadent and libertine movements were kin. They weren't too similar, but were rather close.
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High-functioning Werewolf
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 10:52 pm
irishcocoa You've named my favorite. Oscar Wilde. I know very little about either movement, but I've often thought that the decadent and libertine movements were kin. They weren't too similar, but were rather close. Libertines were definitely more bite where the decadents were mostly bark, I think, but I definitely agree with you. Even if they didn't work together, they probably did move in similar circles.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 2:05 pm
I adore Baudelaire! Paris Spleen and Fleurs Du Mal are haunting. Bohemiens en voyage is perhaps my favorite poem by him.
Gypsies Traveling (Bohemiens En Voyage)
The prophetical tribe, that ardent eyed people,
Set out last night, carrying their children
On their backs, or yielding to those fierce appetites
The ever ready treasure of pendulous breasts.
The men travel on foot with their gleaming weapons
Alongside the wagons where their kin are huddled,
Surveying the heavens with eyes rendered heavy
By a mournful regret for vanished illusions.
The cricket from the depths of his sandy retreat
Watches them as they pass, and louder grows his song;
Cybele, who loves them, increases her verdure,
Makes the desert blossom, water spurt from the rock
Before these travelers for whom is opened wide
The familiar domain of the future's darkness.
I also love Oscar Wilde but I like his poetry better than his prose.
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