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…t of breath; Birth shoots a shaft, weighed down by age, That strikes the target, death. Then come, thou golden goblet brimmed With lust! Though all be vain, Theres hope for us, the lion-limbed, In hashish and cocaine. Though death should hale us by the scruff Of neck tos mouldy portal, To-night let us get drunk enough To know we are immortal!
…the gold from the furnace that melted my loves. Love is not bound to the body, not sparse and adrift with the mind Not secret with soul, though the soul seem one and alone of its kind. The body is naught but a corpse, its growth but a name of decay, A delirious dream of sick godswhere the Shadow hath sway. Concocted of offal and mire, putrescent with cancer of breath, A knot that unravels to naught, a riddle whose answer is Death? The mind is the reek of the fume of the bodys corruption, the mime Of its magotty moods as it rots from its worm-…
On bread alone though a man cant thrive, Saint Luke says nothing of brandy; It may be the thing to keep us alive, And I see theres a bottle handy. Open it Bill! Theres only Five. It may be the thing to keep us alive. The Road of Excess, said William Blake, To the Palace of Wisdom leads one; Open a bottle for Wisdoms sake! And I am the boy that needs one. Its a long, long way, but its good to take Open a bottle for Mishter Blake! At the door of Burgess Fish Sauce Shop She stood, oh, how does it go, boys? Well, truly rural will do for t…
…d me a hut of wattle. The corkscrew seems to have got mislaid? Then smash the neck of the bottle! Courage and will and a whack will aid, Though the corkscrew seem to have got mislaid. Anatomists say that a single wing Isnt much for a bird to fly on. Theres not much ginger about the spring Of the fiercest one-legged lion. Another bottles the obvious thing To get the ginger into our spring. Beloved brethren, listen to me! If theres one truth of divinity Clear, its the virtue there is in Three, And I myself was at Trinity. The least we can do…
Contains in its nature the sum of the functions of being and thought. Still as I sit, and destroy all possible trace of the past, All germ of the future, nor joy nor knowledge alive at the last, It is vain, for the Silence is dowered with a nature, the seed of a name: Necessity, fearfully flowered with the blossom of possible Aim. I am Necessity? Scry Necessity mother of Fate! And Fate determines me I; and I have the Will to create. Vast is the sphere, but it turns on itself like the prettiest star, And I am the looby that learns that all thi…