Translated from the French
by Lasha Darkmoon
LD: In August 1857, less than two months after Charles Baudelaire published Les Fleurs du Mal (‘The Flowers of Evil’), a French court banned six poems from its contents: Lesbos, Femmes damnés, Le Léthé, À celle qui est trop gaie, Les Bijoux, and Les Métamorphoses du Vampire. The poem below, though it also featured an erotic vampire, was so well written that the censors decided not to ban it; though it was thought that it might have a corrupting effect on susceptible young men— if not women with lesbian tendencies. The femme fatale described in the poem was Baudelaire’s mistress, Jeanne Duval, an actress and dancer of mixed French and black African ancestry. A sex addict who frequently visited brothels, Baudelaire was completely bewitched by her. Here is a sketch of this temptress by Baudelaire.
The Vampire
You, deadlier than a dagger thrust,
Who into my sick heart have come!
You, sleek and lethal in your lust,
Who like a thousand demons swarm
Into my mind, where you have found
Your bed of sin and your domain—
Bitch! vile bitch! to you I’m bound
As is the convict to his chain!
As is the gambler to his dice,
As is the drunkard to his bowl,
As is the carcase to its lice—
Incarnate bitch! bitch without soul!
I begged the knife to put an end
To all my pain . . . poison to pour
Its giddy death into my veins,
Yielding the peace I so longed for!
Alas! these two, they sneered at me,
Both poison and the knife so rude:
“You have no right to be set free
From your accursèd servitude!
Fool! if somehow we could contrive
To free you from your wretched pain,
Your kisses would restore to life
Your Vampire’s rotting corpse again!”
Maybe on Halloween we’ll get a comment or even two comments who knows. The Baudelaire poem — and Lasha’s obsession with the Baudelaire poem — is very Halloween-ish so maybe Halloween will be the day we finally get a comment or two. Yep, that’ll be the day! 😀
On this 20th Sunday after Pentecost, which is also The Feast Day of Saint Luke The Evangelist who tells us [ Luke 12:34 ] : “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” . We see where Lasha’s heart is, with succubi vampire women. Real inspiring stuff [ and real sexy TOO! ] 😉
A very nice translation effort, Lasha. My compliments.
Dragool
skull on a stick
black candle wick
draining her soul
cant let go
Dragool drinks deep
legends red teethed
burial chamber
prayers bequeathed
its all blood day
dark kisses bite
his ghastly bride
waiting for night
****
in a veiled world
i am light like a feather
disembodied
lightening in a bottle
everything here is alive with madness
wild walls and chairs chatter
like wise cracking gangsters
always sporting for a fight
blood tulips cry and sing
rise and wither
and rise again
loop dancers move from rhythms of light
there are many kingdoms here
in a broken terrain of night
an obsidian ash sky howls
and we are shut in
to a starless and opaque sky
behind an impassable slate black gate
the ground a curse
all teeth and rocks
bones and weeping flesh
vampires live here
like clans
all blood porphyria
their mouths a beautiful rust
a tempting visage
half seduction, half terror
needled fingered hematologists
prepare our dinner
her name
Mercy
all body candy
tattooed with a snake anus
her clitoris pierced
with rose paved sparkles
and nipples
stabbed with bat shaped studs
nurses sharpen knives
while quack doctors
tend to
little plastic dolls
blood bathers
with crossed femurs
in hospitals beds
she
a naked lunch
sumptuous
and willing betrothal
in a pearl satin gown
black lips glossed
hair red and purple
thighs and belly trussed
nipples scorched and punctured
from incensed flames, teeth and ravaging kisses
eaten with panicked jaws
her cunt torrid
a gushing river banquet
of blood black jam
chained and strapped
legs stirrup wide
feet silky glisten
for tongues and kisses
a candle light ritual
as she is copulated
by both sexes
and fed upon
Mercy
laughing like a loon
screaming
eat the feast
you lovely beasts
and half devoured
emerges
a blood perfume delirium
she all
writhing wet mouth drools
saliva like diamonds and pomegranates
back arched
withered from a blistering frenzy
her eyes a white glaring tempest
gone vacant
her mouth like licorice slur
gaping
frozen in a ghastly shriek
her belly nectar
oozing
as the very last of her
a rattled blood moon
surrendered
her remains
a crimson splat
in a wasting lament
matted hair
warm languishing mucous
scattered teeth
and a single smoldering
finger still in flames
on a worn blood stained porcelain buffet
wolfed down
in the
house
of
Dragool
****
dark cupid witch
legs tied to throat
devil cocks twitch
nipples in a mote
ive got the itch
feet scorched in rope
hot fucking bitch
hells dark pope
vampiress whore
dark girl feeding
the sun is no more
loves the bleeding
in a veiled world
i am light like a feather
disembodied
lightening in a bottle
everything here is alive with madness
wild walls and chairs chatter
like wise cracking gangsters
always sporting for a fight
blood tulips cry and sing
rise and wither
and rise again
loop dancers move from rhythms of light
there are many kingdoms here
in a broken terrain of night
an obsidian ash sky howls
and we are shut in
to a starless and opaque sky
behind an impassable slate black gate
the ground a curse
all teeth and rocks
bones and weeping flesh
vampires live here
like clans
all blood porphyria
their mouths a beautiful rust
a tempting visage
half seduction, half terror
needled fingered hematologists
prepare our dinner
her name
Mercy
all body candy
tattooed with a snake anus
her clitoris pierced
with rose paved sparkles
and nipples
stabbed with bat shaped studs
nurses sharpen knives
while quack doctors
tend to
little plastic dolls
blood bathers
with crossed femurs
in hospitals beds
she
a naked lunch
sumptuous
and willing betrothal
in a pearl satin gown
black lips glossed
hair red and purple
thighs and belly trussed
nipples scorched and punctured
from incensed flames, teeth and ravaging kisses
eaten with panicked jaws
her cunt torrid
a gushing river banquet
of blood black jam
chained and strapped
legs stirrup wide
feet silky glisten
for tongues and kisses
a candle light ritual
as she is copulated
by both sexes
and fed upon
Mercy
laughing like a loon
screaming
eat the feast
you lovely beasts
and half devoured
emerges
a blood perfume delirium
she all
writhing wet mouth drools
saliva like diamonds and pomegranates
back arched
withered from a blistering frenzy
her eyes a white glaring tempest
gone vacant
her mouth like licorice slur
gaping
frozen in a ghastly shriek
her belly nectar
oozing
as the very last of her
a rattled blood moon
surrendered
her remains
a crimson splat
in a wasting lament
matted hair
warm languishing mucous
scattered teeth
and a single smoldering
finger still in flames
on a worn blood stained porcelain buffet
wolfed down
in the
house
of
Dragool
skull on a stick
black candle wick
draining her soul
cant let go
Dragool drinks deep
legends red teethed
burial chamber
prayers bequeathed
its all blood day
dark kisses bite
his ghastly bride
waiting for night
Hmmm . . . Talk about ‘Invasion of the Zombies’!
We now have a mad Gothic poet from Yaldabaoth on the DM site! 🙂
Yes …I sent you another but I’m predisposed to using shall we say colorful language and I guess it got clipped out…Well perhaps you wouldn’t approve either While I’m not a fan of epithets I’m not a big fan of censorship either
no
no sanitized spiel
about fragrant gardens
redwoods
azure blues
the lassitude of angels
and the secret seas keep
my poems
depravities
a slave’s heart
vaulted thighs
eating a raw mouth
in a cathedral of tongues
@ Zebra Black
Gosh, what awfully pretentious poetry you write! 🙂
An American Satanist with delusions of grandeur, doing his best to sound like a mishmash of Aleister Crowley, Alan Ginsberg, and Charles Manson on steroids! 🙂
Give me “fragrant gardens” and “secret seas” any day! You can keep your “rosy clitoreses” and “steaming cunts” to yourself! (Phrases culled from your repertoire of depravity). You’ve obviously never heard of Hamlet’s “Give me an ounce of civet, sweet apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.”
The advantages of a clean mind are obviously lost on you.
Too bad! 🙂
Anyway, good luck to you, sad wanker! 🙂
May you find the damnation you so romantically long for among the “vaulterd thighs”, “raw mouths”, and “cathedral of tongue” you invoke so platitudinously in your pretentious “poetry”! Only an American loony fringe satanist of mediocre intelligence would complain about being “censored” when his masturbatory verse — even though published on this extremely tolerant website — meets with the contempt it deserves.
If you’d had the intelligence to check out this site’s “Comment Policy and General Guidelines”, you could have spared yourself a lot of trouble. See Item #12 here:
https://www.darkmoon.me/comment-policy-and-general-guidelines/
@ Sardonicus, re Zebra Black
The type of verse “Zebra Black” writes is the type of pretentious “free verse” that is in fashion nowadays and which almost anyone can write who can turn out reasonable prose. Known derogatively as “chopped up prose”, it dispenses arrogantly with the discipline of rhyme and meter (prosody) and in the process sacrifices musicality.
95% of free verse is pretentious garbage. Anyone, literally anyone, including the school dunce and the village idiot, can write “free verse” and then call themselves a “poet”. Even punctuation is dispensed with, so if you don’t have a clue where to put your commas and full stops, free verse is just the thing for you!
The 5% of genuinely talented poets who write excellent free verse are also adepts of “formal verse”, i.e. they have cut their teeth on prosodic verse using rhyme and meter. Good examples are TS Eliot and WH Auden, among the talented poets of the 20th century. They could write superbly in BOTH forms: formal rhyme-and-meter verse AND “free verse”. (With the former being much harder to write and bearing a close affinity to music and mathematics).
To give “Zebra Black” his due, his verse does show other influences apart from Aleister Crowley and Alan Ginsberg. He has all the self-important arrogance you find in another sex-crazed “prophet” of the 20th century: DH Lawrence. Author of that overrated and incredibly tedious tome “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”.
I’m willing to bet Zebra Black is a fan of DH Lawrence.
The thing about Lawrence is this: if his novel (“Lady Chatterley’s Lover”) hadn’t been banned, he wouldn’t be half as famous as he is today. Being banned is extremely good for sales! It makes one a notoriety.
One’s books then sell like hot cakes.
James Joyce was banned. Result? He became a famous writer! Being banned was a godsend to this sexual perv. Ever tried reading “Ulysses” or the gibberish novel “Finnegan’s Wake”? You’d have to be either an academic or stark raving bonkers to read “Finnegan’s Wake”. Totally unreadable gibberish posing as incredibly meaningful existential commentary on the universe! Pseud’s Corner for the Earnest Intelligentsia.
Another unbelievably boring and pretentious book is Salman Rushdie’s “The Satanic Verses.” Yawn, yawn! And then along comes the Ayatollah Khomenei of Iran and makes a fatwa, offering a $1 million scalp bonus to anyone who killed Rushdie for insulting the Prophet Mohammad, and bingo! — Rushdie leaps to fame and fortune and becomes the toast of New York and the Manhattan partygoer circle!
This has nothing to do with “Zebra Black” of course, though they all have one thing in common: a burning desire to epater le bourgeois (‘shock the respectable middle classes’) as a way of achieving notoriety and fame.
I can’t wait for ADMIN to feature Lasha’s Christmas Season 2020 death poetry! I’m sure it will be very inspiring! That’s what Christmas is all about, suicide, death, morbidity, cadavers, decay, decomposition, despair! 💀
I am deeply gratified that you have censored my comments as it reinforcers and amplifies your perpetual disdain for freedom of ideas and speech, of course always intolerable to bullies liars and control freaks. You only expose your cult for what it is… a shaky faith unable to withstand the rigors of reality rooted in your incredibly ignorant deluded phantasmagoria. If you understood anything about spirit you would know it is completely beyond the fragmented ideations of man. Faith is unstable because doubt gnaws at it.
You pray but you dont no how to listen.
@ Zebra Black
You don’t KNOW how to listen, not “NO how to listen”. 🙂
Actually, I am deeply gratified that Admin is NOT “censoring” your pretentious and hate-filled ravings and letting you make a fool of yourself on this website.. For you benefit, Mr Perv Pants, allow me to draw your attention to Admin’s admirable policy in regard to compulsive wankers like you.
Listen up carefully:
https://www.darkmoon.me/comment-policy-and-general-guidelines/
I reckon you must have a pretty low IQ not to get the message loud and clear. Why do you think there are Mpderators on every single website? It is to ensure QUALITY CONTROL and delete all substandard TRASH COMMENTS like yours.
Do you really think “free speech” means you can gatecrash your way onto this pro-Christian website and sing the praises of compulsive masturbation, fucking corpses in graveyards, and raping babies on satanic altars? Your demand for “free speech” is a bit like a leper demanding the right to wander the corridors of a hospital and infect all the patients there.
You belong in a leper colony, sir. Not on this website.
@ ADMIN
Thank you for NOT censoring this loonie.
If I am not incorrect, the name “Zebra Black” indicates . . .
(ADMIN: The rest of this comment has been deleted at MB’s request.)
…and I thought all the hoopla began with Bram Stoker’s tale…