Be Drunk
by Charles Baudelaire
Translated by Louis Simpson
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 drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
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: "It is 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."
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16054
Baudelaire definitely had the gift. This is so great for St. Paddys' Day. Ann, thanks for bringing this one into the light
Thanks for the Baudelaire, Ann. Good piece.
Ann--well timed and great to it posted here in Paddy's room...answer the will to flight and with the wings take care and the wax...beware!
ah. confession time.
ann's exquisite find reminds me of my fifteen-year-old self in 1978 walking around in the paris cemetery of pere lachaise trying to find the remnants of baudelaire, hoping for his late blessings. instead (baudelaire, as i learnt much later, was buried on montparnasse cemetery, miles away) i found, better suited to paddy day, the grave of Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde and the traces of late love made me swap baudelaire for wilde, which is why i can laugh today. it looked pretty much the same 30 years ago:
http://www.traveladventures.org/continents/europe/images/perelachaise10.jpg
with the dark epitaph:
"And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn."
so - be drunk if you wish, but certainly be outcast.
Created for the Fictionaut St. Patrick's Day Challenge.
"Saint Patrick's Day (Irish: Lá ’le Pádraig or Lá Fhéile Pádraig), colloquially St. Paddy's Day or simply Paddy's Day, is an annual feast day which celebrates Saint Patrick (circa AD 385–461), the most commonly recognised of the patron saints of Ireland, and is generally celebrated on 17th of March." (Wikipedia)
THE RULES
* Your story or poem must contain at least one of the words 'Patrick', 'Paddy', 'Irish', 'Dublin', 'Joyce', 'padding', 'pad', 'Padawan', 'patron', 'saint', 'pope', 'spring', clover', 'bloom', 'Guinness', 'green', 'pal', 'Catholic'.
* All pieces are due by 17 March, 11:59 p.m. (your) local time.
* By participating, you pledge allegiance to Irish coffee.
This challenge stands under the patronage of James Joyce, whom I contacted during a séance. (His exact words were: "Does nobody understand?". Very blurry pictures available on demand.)
Go n-éirí an t-ádh leat! Ádh mór ort! Eireann go Brach !
http://www.st-patricks-day.com/This is a public group.
Anyone can see it and join.