To my fellow PoetryThursday-ers, here is a suggestion from Heather Hartley I had scribbled on some old workshop poems and never looked up until now... Get Drunk Always be drunk. Thats it! The great imperative! In order not to feel Times 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! Dont be martyred slaves of Time, Get drunk! Stay drunk! On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever! - Charles Baudelaire
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 04:19:49 +0000