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Get Drunk

The smegma cheese fiasco is almost over. I have scarred some of you for life, which, I admit, brings a smile to my tired face. So here’s something more, um, acceptable I guess, by social standards. Charles Baudelaire’s Énivrez-vous!  has always lifted my spirits. And I promised to post it for a special Chica who threatened to poke my eyes out and insert some cacti up my arse…

So here it is. In English, *golum!* *golum!*. Best translation I found in this barbaric language.

Get Drunk!
Always be drunk.
That’s it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time’s horrid burden*
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!”

 

Needless to say that I get drunk on virtue and poetry most of the time. Cheers!

*original translation was fardel

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