a snakepit indeed,|
Rimbaud and his friend Paul Verlaine, not imstrumental in visual arts but certainly the landmark as first artists gloriously celebrating homosexual life in all it's extreme ways. As profound worshippers of the male asshole they felt pride in walking around ass smelly as they could. All that gave Rimbaud the honour of turning his name into a new verb describing oral assworship, an activity that the world until then had not needed to put into words. It made them not only role models for Jim Morrison, lou Reed, Patty Smith, the punkmovement, but most important here, they're godfathers of modern day HomoPigs and skinheads.
we're now in the age of steam. Rimbaud and Verlaine could go as far as they did because they were able to flee across borders if the ground beneath their feet got too hot. Their most glorious moments they did not have in Paris, but in Brussels and London.
Rimbaud may have been the prettier one, even the most talented as poet, but Verlaine deserves the title of being the original 'dirty old man' and has the honour of being depicted on the first homo-porn-pix, distributed commercially as lithographs at the end of the 19th century.
Meanwhile, just a few hundred kilometers to the east, young King Ludwig II of Bavaria is flogging his back on advice of his confessors, to subdue his urges to befriend and love his young foresters and peasants. His attempts fail and he then tries to sublimate his dark desires into art: With Richard Wagner he sets new standards for Opera and theaterdesign. Much to the dismay of his ministers he empties the state reserves completely by building dreamcastles, that now gather a yearly income for Bavaria in tourist revenue that makes the original state deficit look ridiculous. His most famous quote is: I don't want to go to war, it gets my fingernails dirty. No wonder he was declared insane and taken off the throne by his ministers. He became the role model for at least two opposites: Freddy Mercury and Walt Disney.
now the floodgates are really open.
Aubrey Beardsley befriends Oscar Wilde who in turn get's to meet likeminded souls like Marcel Proust and Verlaine in Paris. When the tables are turned on Wilde by British bourgeousy he finds refuge again in Paris
|Cupid Kindling the Torch of Hymen
George Rennie 1831
V&A museum London
below Bougerau, probably
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