Drunken philosophy – our specialism. Bar philosophy. Bar thoughts. That we could not have thought otherwise.
So our drunken nights will not have been in vain. So we’ll understand them as a quest. As a search. So we’ll describe ourselves as ascetics of drinking. As busy with drinking-ascesis.
Ours will have been a drinking search. A search through drinking. A search that can only be undertaken through drinking. That needs drinking. That begins with drinking, and perhaps ends with it, too. Whose means are drinking …
There’s a place for disorientation in thought. For confusion in thought. Errors are necessary. Wanderings off the path – far from the path. Staggerings. Stumblings.
Drinking mustn’t be consolation. Mustn’t be reconciliation to the way things are. The pub is not a place for petty moanings. For gossip. For he said this or she said that. And I said. The pub is a space capsule. We’re exploring. This is a voyage, right here at our table. Right here, with our beer mats. With our pints.
And if it doesn’t happen for us here, there are other pubs. There’s the movement from pub to pub. There’s the pub crawl.
Vigilance. We have to watch over our nights of drinking. Less they slip into complacency. Less they fall away into pubism. Into the pub consolation. Into pub comfort.
We have to keep our eyes on the farthest vistas. On the vastest skies.
Drink is a means, first of all: we have to remember that. There’s such a thing as drunken discipline.
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