GET DRUNK
"One should always be drunk. That's the great thing; the only question.
Not to feel the horrible burden 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 star, bird or clock, ask everything that flies, everything that moans, everything that flows, everything that sings, everything that speaks, ask them the time; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird and 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."
--Baudelaire
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This is copied on an old, yellowed piece of paper that I distinctly remember quoting to someone nearly fifteen years ago, but I have no recollection where I got the paper from originally. It is one of the few things that puts me into a particular frame of mind that I always enjoy.
On the back, in aged black felt pen, is a design for a ring I made for someone in my younger, wilder years. It was one of very few pieces of jewelry that I was able to recreate exactly as it appeared in my mind. I gave the ring to a boy, who later threw it into a river and broke my heart.
The thought of the creation of that ring makes me nearly drunk, the thought that I affected someone so greatly that the only way they could get rid of me was to throw everything I had given them into a river tops it off.
It is time to get drunk. I'll be creating if anyone needs me. ^_^
Not to feel the horrible burden 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 star, bird or clock, ask everything that flies, everything that moans, everything that flows, everything that sings, everything that speaks, ask them the time; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird and 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."
--Baudelaire
--
This is copied on an old, yellowed piece of paper that I distinctly remember quoting to someone nearly fifteen years ago, but I have no recollection where I got the paper from originally. It is one of the few things that puts me into a particular frame of mind that I always enjoy.
On the back, in aged black felt pen, is a design for a ring I made for someone in my younger, wilder years. It was one of very few pieces of jewelry that I was able to recreate exactly as it appeared in my mind. I gave the ring to a boy, who later threw it into a river and broke my heart.
The thought of the creation of that ring makes me nearly drunk, the thought that I affected someone so greatly that the only way they could get rid of me was to throw everything I had given them into a river tops it off.
It is time to get drunk. I'll be creating if anyone needs me. ^_^