We have to reach deep into our drunkenness. Find something there. There’s a clue hidden in our drunkenness.
A clue to what?
To the higher sobriety. There’s something we have to release from our drunkenness. Something we have to unsheathe …
We have to open the doors of our drunkenness – fully. And what would we see? What would be released?
Vomit, I suspect.
We have to poison the organisational management waters.
With vomit?
The drink’s not working. It doesn’t work anymore. We’re not dead anymore. We need exhilaration. Being drunk is, like, our superpower. Cicero’s wine has magic powers. I know it ….
We should libate the campus. We should fuck the campus. Like Friday does in that Tournier novel.
Work in Progress 