I'm taking a creative writing class this semester. It's for short stories. I should have anywhere from 1-3 short stories finished by December. Right now, that seems so very daunting to me! But, it's so far, so good and I'm really enjoying the writing process. Who knows, perhaps I'll even share some of my stuff with you (if you're lucky!).
One of the things that I really like about the class is that our professor reads a lot of short stories to us during class time. I find that hearing things out loud tends to lend a different feel.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters;
that's our one imperative need. So as not
to feel Time's horrible burden
one which breaks your shoulders and bows
you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what?
With wine, poetry, or virtue
as you choose.
But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the bleak solitude of your room,
you are waking and the drunkenness has
ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the
all that which flees,
all that which groans,
all that which rolls,
all that which sings,
all that which speaks,
ask them, what time it is;
and the wind, the wave, the stars, the
birds, and the clock,
they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time,
get drunk, get drunk,
and never pause for rest!
With wine, poetry, or virtue,
as you choose!"
While I don't think that everyone should stay drunk on wine at all times, I do find the order to "get drunk" to be incredibly inspiring. If only, we could find the joyful abandon that is getting drunk in all that we do. In writing, in loving, in laughing.
So I ask you: is there anything in your life that makes you drunk? And I urge you: if yes, hold onto that and celebrate it...if no, find it! You will be so happy that you did!