which literally means you’re ‘extremely busy’.
He who has been stung by a serpent is afraid of a lizard
“in the cupboard sits my bottle
like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers.
I drink and cough like some idiot at a symphony,
sunlight and maddened birds are everywhere,
the phone rings gamboling its sound
against the odds of the crooked sea;
I drink deeply and evenly now,
I drink to paradise
and the lie of love.”
—Charles Bukowski, “Soirée”
“The anthropologists got it wrong when they named our species Homo sapiens (‘wise man’). In any case it’s an arrogant and bigheaded thing to say, wisdom being one of our least evident features. In reality, we are Pan narrans, the storytelling chimpanzee.”
“I remember one time, back in the day, I was at his [Bill Ward] house and he said, ‘Oh, ’ello Ozzy. You’ll never guess what? I’ve just come out of a coma.’
‘What d’you mean, a coma? That’s one stage removed from being dead. You know that, don’t you, Bill?’
‘All I know is I went to bed on Friday, and now it’s Tuesday, and I only just woke up. That’s a coma, isn’t it?’
‘No, that’s taking too many drugs and drinking too much cider and sleeping for three days in a row, you d**k.’”
~ Ozzy Osbourne, I am Ozzy
Les Murray: “Stone statues of ancient waves, tongue like dingoes on shore”.
On the Shore.
HERE many a time she must have walked,
The dull sand brightening ‘neath her feet,
The cool air quivering as she talked,
Or laughed, or warbled sweet.
The shifting sand no trace of her,
No sound the wandering wind retains,
But, breaking where the footprints were.
Loudly the sea complains.
1880 ‘On the Shore.’, The Queenslander(Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), 28 February, p. 265, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20331530
Walking a solitary road
A young boy or girl knows that if they want to be part of a group that drinks, they have to drink. If they want to be part of a group that parties, they have to party. If they want to be part of a group that uses bad language, they have to use bad language. If they want to be part of a group that engages in a certain kind of behavior, they have to participate in that behavior. If they want to be accepted by some particular group they have to participate in that group's behavior. They know all that by instinct. They know what they must do to be liked and accepted. They must conform to the attitudes, outlooks and values of the group they wish to be accepted into. If a young person looks around and sees that everyone is drinking, partying and using bad language he knows he has a choice. He can either join them or walk a lonely road. The young person who decides within himself that he will not drink, that he will be a total abstainer, knows there will be a price for that, there will be consequences for himself. The teetotaler is aware that he has freely chosen a path that necessarily makes him a loner, an outcast, an object of ridicule and scorn, to a large portion of society. The young person who has determined within himself to take the route of never using low, profane or bad language knows there will be consequences. He knows he cannot ever be really accepted by that large portion of society that does these things. He knows he will walk a lonely road. The young person with scruples, high personal standards, integrity who looks at the crowd and has moral objections to their behavior has a choice: he can maintain his standards and principles and walk a lonely road or he can give them up and join the crowd. A young person knows that one must either go with the crowd and be one of them or have the courage and strength to stand alone. The young person who chooses a path of strict principle in regard to drinking, smoking, low language, etc. knows what he is doing. He knows he has chosen to buck the crowd rather than go with it. He knows he has chosen a lonely path, a solitary path. He knows he has freely chosen a way that will bring upon himself ridicule and rejection and ostracism. He knows that you cannot have both the approval of the crowd and of God. You have to choose. You have to have the strength to stand alone, to walk alone. You have to be willing to accept ostricism and rejection. The crowd doesn't like the person who doesn't go along with it. The drinkers and partying don't want a non- drinker around when they are partying. He is a wet blanket, a kill-joy. Those whose minds and language are gutter don't like those who don't accept their language, mind and humour. The person of integrity, the person of moral standards who objects to the moral depravity of the crowd walks a solitary road. He lives on a different wavelength. He is a different species, a creature from another planet, a creature from an alien culture. What induces a person to walk a solitary road? Well, conscience, fear of God, love of God. But yet it is not really a solitary road. God is with him. God is his friend. And he is his own friend. He has two true friends: God and himself. May 2008 http://www.solitaryroad.com/a961.html
Australian Town and Country Journal (Sydney, NSW : 1870 – 1907), Saturday 3 January 1891,
Woroni (Canberra, ACT : 1950 – 2007), Thursday 15 June 1967
“When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let’s all get drunk, and go to heaven!”
— Irish Toast
“Heaven! that’s another tale. Mightn’t let me chew there. Gotta have me a pot of ale; would I like the brew there?
People who drink to medicate their pain are bad enough, but ‘party’ drinkers who get drunk for ‘fun’ are the worst because they only think of their own pleasure. That would be fine if they were alone, but they almost always involve someone else. They don’t really care what they do to their children, spouses, lovers, relatives, friends or total strangers they may maim or kill on the roads, as long as they’re having fun.
Duane Alan Hahn
How very like you, Puck.” Ash’s voice came from a great distance, and the room started to spin. “Offer them a taste of faery wine, and act surprised when they’re consumed by it.”
That struck me as hilarious, and I broke into hysterical giggles. And once I began, I couldn’t stop. I laughed until I was gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face. My feet itched and my skin crawled. I needed to move, to do something. I tried standing up, wanting to spin and dance, but the room tilted violently and I fell, still shrieking with laughter.
Somebody caught me, scooping me off my feet and into their arms. I smelled frost and winter, and heard an exasperated sigh from somewhere above my head.
“What are you doing, Ash?” I heard someone ask. A familiar voice, though I couldn’t think of his name, or why he sounded so suspicious.
“I’m taking her back to her room.” The person above me sounded wonderfully calm and deep. I sighed and settled into his arms. “She’ll have to sleep off the effects of the fruit. We’ll likely be here another day because of your idiocy.”
The other voice said something garbled and unintelligible. I was suddenly too sleepy and light-headed to care. Relaxing against the mysterious person’s chest, I fell into a heady sleep.”
foto – eating at the oceanview hotel in urunga nsw
Effervescent pink the champagne bubbles
With tinted illusions
She glistens with age well carried
He listens with aged wisdom
Both drink in the possibilities
Coming Home Jan Oskar Hansen
My flat was in mourning, layers of dust were veils
of sorrow, I had been away for weeks leaving
it in darkness and in the melancholy of confusing
half light, not nothing whether it was dawn or
evening. I switched on the table lamp opened
a widow and the room breathed in relief, it was
built to house humanity, had felt rejected and
was beginning to take on the lifeless coldness
museums and art galleries have after closing time.
Opened the fridge two tins of tuna fish, wasn’t
hungry, but to the gladness of my heart a bottle
of red wine; uncorked it, lovely aroma, filled it
to the brim and drank. Shrugged of the nonsense
said at the clinic, where ex drunks who had never
enjoyed wine, tried to convert me to a sullen
existence of meekly accepting the arid life. Took
the bottle into the living room switched on the telly
and we, the room and I, were great friends again.
MAURICE GELINAS, How to Overcome Alcoholism
For most normal folks, drinking means conviviality, companionship and colourful imagination. It means release from care, boredom and worry. It is joyous intimacy with friends and a feeling that life is good. But not so with us in those last days of heavy drinking.
ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, The Big Book
John Milton 1608 – 1674
Comus , l. 46
As we became subjects of King Alcohol, shivering denizens of his mad realm, the chilling vapor that is loneliness settled down. It thickened, ever becoming blacker. Some of us sought out sordid places, hoping to find understanding companionship and approval. Momentarily we did — then would come oblivion and the awful awakening to face the hideous Four Horsemen — Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration, Despair.
ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, The Big Book
Six SANITY Steps for Regaining a Healthy Relationship with Adult Children
S = STOP the Enabling and STOP the Flow of Money
A = ASSEMBLE a Support Group
N = NIP Excuses in the Bud
I = IMPLEMENT Rules and Boundaries
T = TRUST Your Instincts
Y = YIELD Everything to God