Thursday, April 05, 2007
Today i was hugely frustrated and i had a bad headache, the poem i am quoting next made me feel easier:
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
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
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: & quot; Its 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 . "