Thanks to the meds I’m currently on to lower my cholesterol and triglycerides, I can’t drink alcohol. It’s not usually that big a deal, because I’ve kind of grown out of getting all liquored up, but I do miss having a tasty beer or glass of delicious wine when I want one. And although I don’t really like boozing anymore, I still like being drunk–in the Baudelaire sense of being drunk.
I’m feeling happily drunk tonight. Not on alcohol, but on love and happiness. And in that spirit, I offer you all (especially those who aren’t familiar with it already) Charles Baudelaire’s wonderful piece “Be Drunk”:
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.”