Monday, February 18, 2013

A poem.

Always be drunk.  That's it!  The great imperative!  Not to feel the horrible burdon of time weighing on your shoulders and bowing you to the earth, you should be drunk without respite.  

Drunk with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please.  But get Drunk.

And if sometimes you should happen to awake, on the stairs of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the dreary solitude of your own room, and find that your drunkenness is ebbing or has vanished, 
ask the wind and the wave, ask the star, the bird, the clock, ask everything that flies, everything that moans, everything that flows, everything that sings, everything that speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will all reply:

"It is time to get drunk!  If you are not to be the martyred slaves of Time, be perpetually drunk! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please.

     That was Charles Baudelaire's poem, 'Get Drunk'.  He's right, you know.  We should be drunk all the time... maybe not on alcohol, but on something!  Drunks forget their worries, their weaknesses and limitations.  Drunks throw caution to the wind and aim high.  They may never make it, but as long as they stay drunk they'll never stop trying.  It gets hard to stay drunk on adventures sometimes, especially in the Pittsburgh winter, but I try, and spring will be here soon.  In the mean time, I'll stay drunk on other things.

Have a drunk day.

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