Tick tock tick tock tick tock,
Goes time, mercilessly,
Dragging us along in chains,
To keep up, to catch up, to hurry up,
Be enslaved? I refuse, I rebel.
Neither a prisoner of the past,
Nor a conqueror of the future,
Not even a hostage of the present,
Slow, fast, run, stand, whatever,
On no one else’s pace, only my own.
And this quest landed me
On the two pieces of art below,
Ending the search of my Nirvana.
Always be drunk.
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 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,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
will answer you:
“Time to get drunk!
Don’t be martyred slaves of Time,
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!”
~ Charles Baudelaire.
DREAM: Painting by De La Cruz: “.…where paint explodes out of the soul into the canvas.”