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Be Drunk

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

-Charles Baudelaire

Night Grass

I

Night grass
Shades the earth
And insects dance
To the heat
Step two by two
Along the fallen leaves
When whistles fill the
Air of banjoes and
Toe-tappers;
Summer’s den
Open-

II

Friendship with the trees
Relations with bird’s
Sweet glances
Wake you up
In the sweat of night

No other time begins
So brightly
And ends
With a burn

Daylight fills the senses
Of lecherous dreams
And wants-
Of nothing and all

The time to live-
To aspire and dream,
Love, create, lounge
And do nothing,
Just nothing
At all.

Picturing Encinetas