Thursday, November 24, 2005

symptom of the universe

they all quit drinking recently. Doesn't it seem neccessary? so then he finds this baudelaire bit called "Get Drunk". Ask me what it means cause I don't know. Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something. I hope not. The universe has been nothing but trouble the last little while. Like that damn cat. What do you want cat? What do you want!

Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

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