There is only drinking. There’s nothing but drinking. People – all people – are only more or less drunk. Too drunk, or not drunk enough.
Our drunken lives. Our more or less drunken lives.
Our defeat – is cosmic. Our rout …
Our enemy: the cosmos.
The perpetual victor: the cosmos.
The self-consciousness of drunkenness. Drunkenness learns to speak. Drunkenness sings. And of itself.
Drunken hymns to drunkenness. Drunkenness, singing of drunkenness. There’s nothing better.
Great drunken hymns to be sung. Drunken threnodies. Drunken paens.
Drunken celebrations. That there can still be drunkenness. That drunkenness is allowed. That drunkenness Is permissible – even now.
What has drunkenness taught us? What are its lessons? Surely there’s something we’ve learned from all these years of drunkenness?
But it’s not about results. Drunkenness is study. Study without result …
We’ve been drinking for days now.
This is our drunken residency. This is our drunken art practice. We’ll be drunk permanently! From now on! From here to eternity!
Drunken hope is more ardent than sober hope. Drunken laughter is deeper than sober laughter. Drunken hatred is more intense than sober hatred.
We’re recovering. From a long period of sobriety. From a too-long period of not-drinking. They’re always too long: periods of not drinking.
There are things we understand when we’re drunk. Things that come to us when we’re drunk. We’re inspired when we’re drunk.
Work in Progress 