Drunk's Corner

The title of my blog is based on the name of a poem by French poet Charles Baudelaire. Although I may be an amateur photographer and a mediocre writer, this is why I continue with the arts - to be drunk on life. Read and weep, people. Read and weep.

Enivrez-Vous (Get drunk)

One must always be drunk. Everything is there. It is the only question. In order not to sense the horrible burden of Time that shatters your shoulders and bends you towards the ground, you must always get drunk. But with what? Wine, poetry, or virtue as you wish. But get drunk. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the dreary solitude of your room, you wake up, the drunkenness already diminished or disappearing, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, to all that flee that groan, to all that roll, to all that sing, to all that speak, ask what time it is, and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, will tell you: ‘It is time to get drunk! In order not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk constantly! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.