It tastes old, this wine. It tastes senescent. Like it’s the oldest wine that ever was. Like ashes. Like something burnt out, long ago.
It’s posthumous wine, for posthumous drinkers.
Are there anti-sommeliers, who know all the disgusting wines? All the tasting-notes of disgust?
Last wine, from the last harvest. From the last vines. From the last vineyard.
Tastes of rotting – no, this is beyond rotting. Its already rotted. It’s done with rotting. It’s on the other side of rotting.
Ruin wine, right? The thirteenth bottle. Livia’s final lesson. It has a big thirteen written on it. Were we supposed to drink all the wines in order?
We were supposed to drink this last, that’s all I know.
I can taste ashes. I taste earth. Thick, heavy earth. With a side order of ashes.
This wine can’t even be bothered to be disgusting. It’s given up being disgusting. It’s so disgusting that it’s reached the other side of disgusting.
It’s bubbling. It’s like a geyser. Is it going to erupt.
Ingest the poison. Drink it more deeply than anyone. Drink it into your depths.
The Abomination. That’s what you have to become. To know the world as abominable, and yourself as the abomination.
Drink, and the destruction of the world in you will be complete. Disgust will have reached its end.
Disgust will never reach its end.
World encompassing disgust – that’s what we’d like to reach. A hatred greater than the world. A disgust that is greater than the universe – the known universe, the unknown universe. All the dimensions.
Drink it down and maybe you’ll become the true Leader. The Master of Loathing. The Chief of Disgust. The emperor of Horror. The Deepest Gnostic.
The death of God, that’s what we’re tasting. God, rotting in the barrels. God’s rotting corpse: that’s the terroir. God’s festering. God’s fermenting, possibly. God’s decay.
What would an analytic philosopher make of disgusting wine? Would an analytic philosopher drink this? Of course not. Which is why we should drink it. Only the true European philosopher could drink it down.
The thirteenth bottle.
Are there any other permutations of disgust? Is there anything we’ve missed, about disgust? Are there any disgust-avenues that have gone unexplored? What further training in disgust might we need?
In wine is truth.
In wine is death.
Is this anti-wine, like anti matter? Dark wine, like dark matter?
At least we’re disgusted – think about that. At least we feel disgust. At least we’re appalled. At least we’re horrified.
A philosophy of disgust. A philosophy of retching.
The lessons of disgust. The lessons of gagging.
This wine is, like, the concentrated essence of everything.
Of everything that sucks.
Everything does suck.
It’s because we’re wrong that we see the wrong as wrong. It’s because we’re disgusting that we can see the world as disgusting.
The most stinking thing, out of all stinking things. The most festering thing, out of all the festering things …
The most decayed thing, out of all the decayed things. The most rancid thing, of all the rancid things.
Can we get drunk on what we hate?
Can we keep it down long enough to get drunk?
Work in Progress 