be drunk

Be Drunk (by Charles Baudelaire)

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."

— by Charles Baudelaire translated by the American poet and critic Louis Simpson, in Modern Poets of France (Story Line Press, 1997)

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my favorite ways to get drunk have been laughing, finding someone who shares the same excitement about a piece of writing, dancing and i wouldn't mind some wine with good music.

and quotes like this....here's a toast to getting drunk!! :)

falling is like this

you give me that look that's like laughing
with liquid in your mouth
like you're choosing between choking
and spitting it all out
like you're trying to fight gravity
on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this

feels like reckless driving when we're talking
it's fun while it lasts, and it's faster than walking
but no one's going to sympathize when we crash
they'll say "you hit what you head for, you get what you ask"
and we'll say we didn't know, we didn't even try
one minute there was road beneath us, the next just sky


i'm sorry i can't help you, i cannot keep you safe
i'm sorry i can't help myself, so don't look at me that way
we can't fight gravity on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this.

lyrics by ani difranco

i use to be a superhero

This week I found out that Linda Carter aka "Wonder Woman"
is Mexican!!!! Not only that, her mother is from
Chihuahua, Mexico like both my parents. I can't believe
I never knew this. I found this while reading an article on Latina magazine. She said she always let people know of her ethnicity
but the media never disclosed it. I know I would have been
very happy to have seen a Mexican-American role model while I was growing up, especially at a time when I couldn't find someone
to identify with.

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"superhero" by ani difranco

sleep walking through the all-nite drug store
baptized in fluorescent light
i found religion in the greeting card aisle
now i know hallmark was right
and every pop song on the radio
is suddenly speaking to me
art may imitate life
but life imitates t.v.
'cuz you've been gone exactly two weeks
two weeks and three days
and let's just say that things look different now
different in so many ways

i used to be a superhero
no one could touch me
not even myself
you are like a phone booth
that i somehow stumbled into
and now look at me
i am just like everbody else

if i was dressed in my best defenses
would you agree to meet me for coffee
if i did my tricks with smoke and mirrors
would you still know which one was me
if i was naked and screaming
on your front lawn
would you turn on the light and come down
screaming, there's the asshole
who did this to me
stripped me of my power
stripped me down

yeah you've been gone exactly two weeks
two weeks and three days
and now i'm a different person
different in so many ways
tell me what did you like about me
and don't say my strength and daring
'cuz now i think i'm at your mercy
and it's my first time for this kind of thing

i used to be a superhero
i would swoop down and save me
from myself
but you are like a phone booth
that i somehow stumbled into
and now look at me
i am just like everybody else.

stoned

when you're stoned baby and i am drunk
and we make love, it seems a little desolate
it's hard sometimes not to look away
and think what's the point
when i'm having to hold this fire down
i think i'll explode,
if i can't feel this freely now

if you won't let me fall for you
then you won't see the best
that i would love to do for you
instead you will be missing me when i go
cos i'm bored of hanging out in your cold

when i feel loved baby, i join the road
and the world moves with me
when i feel lost i just slip away
silently, quietly take my things and go
and think what's the point
think where's the hope we're coming home

if you won't let me fall for you
then you won't see the best
that i would love to do for you
instead you will be missing me when i go
cos i'm bored of hanging out in your cold

if you find one day,
find some freedom and relief
and with this freedom maybe,
maybe you will find some peace
and with this peace baby,
i hope it brings you back to me,
bring you home
take me home

"Stoned" by Dido