Baudelaire, 1869:  Be You Drunken!

One must always be drunk. That’s all there is to it; that’s the only solution. In order not to feel the horrible burden of Time breaking your shoulders and bowing your head to the ground, you must be drunken without respite.

But; with what? With wine, poetry or virtue, as you will. Be you drunken.

And if sometimes you awake, on the steps of a palace in the green herbage of a ditch or in the dreary solitude of your room, then ask the wind, the waves, the stars, the birds the clocks, ask everything that runs, that moans that moves on wheels, everything that sings and speaks—ask them what is the time of day;

and the wind, the waves, the stars, the birds and the clocks will answer you: It is time to get drunk. In order not to be the martyred slave of Time, be you drunken; Be you drunken ceaselessly! With wine, poetry or virtue, as you will!

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Image below of actual Excerpt from the Book: Paris Spleen, 1869
By Charles Baudelaire, Louise Varèse
Page 74