That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity – that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are a essential part and characteristic of beauty.
Charles BaudelaireRead
The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.
Interpretation
Life in the city is filled with beauty and wonder that often goes unnoticed.
Charles Baudelaire's quote reflects the idea that urban life is abundant with extraordinary experiences and poetic themes, suggesting that people are often too caught up in their daily routines to appreciate the marvels around them. He invites us to observe and acknowledge the rich tapestry of life that surrounds us, which can inspire a deeper understanding and appreciation of our environment.
In practice
In a speech about urban culture, one could say, 'As Baudelaire reminds us, the life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects that we often overlook.'
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