Mood

I am reading "The Pure Gold Baby" by Margaret Dribble.  Here are a few fabulously depressing quotations from this book.  By fabulous I mean when you read then they make you smile a little like a Baudelaire poem because life really cannot be that bleak.

"He has resigned himself to a life of unproductive daily anguish."

"Steve's manta, which he once repeated to Jess, goes:
The day is agony
The night brings no reprieve."

"I feel anguish, and it is not of the body, so it must be of the spirit."

Here is a Baudelaire poem I love from college.  It is not that bleak and fatalistic as some of his others.  At times, don't we all feel like the albatross, where we soar in some environments and flail in others?  And what about those jerks on the boat who drag the bird down?  Don't you kind of wish they get washed overboard?

The Albatross

Often, to amuse themselves, the men of a crew
Catch albatrosses, those vast sea birds
That indolently follow a ship
As it glides over the deep, briny sea.

Scarcely have they placed them on the deck
Than these kings of the sky, clumsy, ashamed,
Pathetically let their great white wings
Drag beside them like oars.

That winged voyager, how weak and gauche he is,
So beautiful before, now comic and ugly!
One man worries his beak with a stubby clay pipe;
Another limps, mimics the cripple who once flew!

The poet resembles this prince of cloud and sky
Who frequents the tempest and laughs at the bowman;
When exiled on the earth, the butt of hoots and jeers,
His giant wings prevent him from walking.

— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

http://fleursdumal.org/poem/200

I love this fabulously depressing poem from Harry Potter Puppet Pals video "Snape's Diary."

Button, oh button, oh where hath thou fled?
Did thou tarry too long between fabric and thread?
Did thee roll off my bosom and cease to exist?
How I wish I could follow thee into the mist.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-a8USS84F4