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It's almost like there are these periods where our relationship is smooth and steady, and then there are times when it's like standing on the edge of this gorgeous, wonderful waterfall and just letting yourself drop, knowing that there's a safe pool of water ready to catch you at bottom. You take the plunge and you're in wayyyy over your head, but oh man, it's exhilarating, it's breathtaking, it's just incredible and you feel better than you ever have before and the water is cool and refreshing and exactly what you needed.

Sam is my waterfall.

- LJ entry from 8/2005


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One of those nights

Ever had one of those nights where everything just felt a little bit off kilter from center? I'm in the middle of one, and I'm not tired enough to sleep..

So I'm doing the next best thing and putting on a mild Peppermint Schnapps buzz. I've had three shots, and am feeling just that side of tipsy, which is a nice warm feeling. And now the bottle is back on the top bookshelf, where it has lived since last May.

I don't drink very often at all, and when I do, I like to enjoy it. In that spirit (pun intended, yes yes!) I offer you a poem by the great Charles Baudelaire (and Zem, you should put THIS translation on the WM site, because the one there? It sucks, my friend!)

Be always drunken.
Nothing else matters: that is the only question.
If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time
weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth,
be drunken continually.

Drunken with what?
With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will.
But be drunken.

And if sometimes,
on the stairs of a palace,
or on the green side of a ditch,
or in the dreary solitude of your own room,
you should awaken and the drunkenness
be half or wholly slipped away from you,
ask of the wind, or of the wave, or of the star,
or of the bird, or of the clock,
or whatever flies, or sighs, or rocks,
or sings, or speaks,
ask what hour it is;
and the wind, wave, star, bird, clock, will answer you:
'It is the hour to be drunken!'
Be drunken, if you would not be martyred slaves of Time;
be drunken continually!
With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will.

Reading this poem just now to a sound backdrop of Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusich, which is probably my favorite classical composition ever, is just sublime.


Hour later

I apparently went to IRC and forgot I was posting here. Be always drunken!

I shall waddle off now.

Enjoy your night, day, morning, whatever it is wherever you are.

Borderline symptom of the day: drunkdrunk

I actually prefer the one on the Minstrels site - this one lacks the driving intensity. It's more a sort of meditative drunk.

Bah! Your taste, she is all in your mouth! ;)

This one is mo' bettah. IMO

Seriously though, wouldn't be horrible to append this one to the other, give two translations, because one will appeal to some, and the other will appeal to others. :) Just a thought, coz ya know, I'm always wanting to "help"!

oh, i will :) i'll consider this a feature request for the new site, since the old one is currently frozen while we migrate it