[lit-ideas] Re: The meaning of life


Offered in a dialectical frame of mind:


A Drinking Song
        
        WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

William Butler Yeats


Meanwhile ...

     From the Other End of the Bar

     Down the throat with the gin -
     Besotted and bleary of eye;
     Unravel reason. Re-spin;
     Clothe naked truth with a lie.
     The horror can't get a look in;
     Maudlin verse smothers the cry.

And over in a dark corner ...

     At the Table Near THAT Door

     Piss is flushed from the bowl
     But anger accretes in the mind;
     A truth we dare not to admit.
     Hostile? No! Loving and kind!
     'til you spew your mouthful of bile -
     And kick me up the behind.

Chris Bruce,
sweeping up the sawdust
on a bleak November morning
after the night before, in
Kiel, Germany
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