RIC: Charles Baudelaire, what’s your real name?
CB: My real name is Satan.
RIC: What does Jeanne Duval taste like?
CB: Like maraschino cherries, like kombucha, like bitter lemons.
RIC: What part of the body do you prefer in a woman?
CB: The nipples.
RIC: If you had to bottle or flask something, what would it be?
CB: Jeanne Duval’s saliva, for remembering the taste of kissing her.
RIC: Your first emotion?
RIC: The last time you cried?
CB: The last time I cried was tomorrow.
RIC: Your favorite poem (from you, and from another)?
CB: “Je suis belle, ô mortels! comme un rêve de pierre” by me. There is no other poet in the world.
RIC: Have you ever been to India?
CB: What a question! Everyone in the world has been to India, whether they know it or don’t.
RIC: A sip of honey or wine?
CB: Neither. A sip of Jeanne’s tears.
RIC: In remembrance of a Sufi patient, tell me what life is like with just two words?
CB: Fuck all.