Archive of September 2007
Who knew, dear friends,
that one head
could hold so much phlegm?
Divers Spirits
this has also been posted on the Booze Council Blotto
The intelligent man is always thirsty. He stretches his gaze ever outward; he is never satisfied with his body of experience, but instead pushes his horizons as far as resources will allow. He raises himself above his peers, always; first he conquers the fruits of his native land, and then he moves on—the heathen Chinee, the savage, noble Swede—all men, and all cultures are grist for the mill that is our man’s throbbing, pregnant brain. He thirsts ever for knowledge, and for booze.
And why not for booze? For booze, that great deadener of the brain cells, loosener of limbs, deepest joy to loins and a sure cure for an over-keen awareness of the paper-thin materiality of this life of ours, is also an aesthetic joy, because it is a boundless and granulated field, and its ranks are populated from every nation that has roamed the earth. The fermented mare’s milk of the Khazakh steppes, the honey wine of the old Norse—we are surrounded by a boundless bounty. It is our duty and our joy to take sip from every booze we may find.
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