My essay about reading Boccaccio during our pandemic, "Let's Wake Up," now at
Monday, November 30, 2020
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
Thursday, November 19, 2020
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters;
that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's
horrible burden, one which breaks your shoulders and bows
you down, you must get drunk without stopping.
But with what?
With wine, poetry, or virtue
as you choose.
But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on the steps of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the bleak solitude of your room,
you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated,
ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock,
all that which flees,
all that which groans,
all that which rolls,
all that which sings,
all that which speaks,
ask them, what time it is;
and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock,
they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time,
get drunk, get drunk,
and never pause to rest!
With wine, poetry, or virtue,
as you choose!”
by Charles Baudelaire
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Now up at SPLICE TODAY, "Blind Liberation," my book review of Max Blumenthal's The Management of Savagery, in which he details how U.S. foreign policy under both Republicans and Democrats led to the rise of Trump: