[lit-ideas] Re: The meaning of life
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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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