The journal entries of a pseudo gothic mental patient...
Random Toughts and Stuff
"...for this is the stuff of dreams."
"...for this is the stuff of dreams."
Death is the next
great adventure...
"THIS IS WHO WE ARE"
Leaves of Grass.
I CELEBRATE myself,
And what I assume
you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me
as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease...
observing a spear of summer grass.
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes...
the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself,
and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also,
but I shall not let it.
The atmosphere is not a perfume...
it has no taste of the distillation...
it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever...
I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood
and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
--Walt Whitman, I Celebrate Myself
From Leaves of Grass, 1855
"Who's There?"
A man knocked on a door.
"Who's there? asked God.
"Me," replied the man.
"Go away then," said God.
The man left and wandered in
the arid desert until he
realized his error and
returned to the door.
He knocked again.
"Who's there?" asked God.
"You," answered the man.
"Then come in," replied God.
"There's no room here for two."
- Sufi teaching story
Get Drunk
Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's 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!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"
Enivrez-Vous
Charles Baudelaire
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