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Baudelaire & Rumi  

BAUDELAIRE " GET DRUNK "


THE DEAD TRYING TO GET WARM PAINTING BY JAMES ENSOR
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Surfing the net:

While searching for a couple of poems by Robert Burns & Robert Lowell I came across PoemHunter.com a great site which has a good collection of poetry EBOOKS with Adobe reader & a fair number on the web page itself.
here's the link: http://www.poemhunter.com

Here are a few more words about Charles Baudelaire & the poem GET DRUNK. I hope you find them as entertaining as I do.

Anywhere out of the World
by Charles Baudelaire

"This life is a hospital, in which the sick are all obsessed
with the desire for a change of bed.
One would like to suffer in front of the stove;
another imagines he would recover, were he near the window.

It seems to me that I would always feel well wherever I don't happen to be,
and this question of a change of domicile
is one which Iam forever discussing with my soul."


and further:
"It was Baudelaire who found himself in Bohemia against his will who lurked behind the modernist avant-garde's later discovery that the boundary between art and the life of art could no longer be maintained."

Get Drunk!

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 drunkeness has already abated,
ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock,
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 toget 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 vitrtue,
as you choose!"
web site: http://www.bohemiabooks.com.au/eblinks/spirboho/index.html

Rumi: "The Shakespeare of the East" - GlobalSpirit.TV

This excerpt, from Link TV's Global Spirit program "In Search of Ecstasy," follows author Andrew Harvey on a Sufi pilgrimage to Turkey, as he celebrates the 800th anniversary of the 'wedding night,' or passing, of Jalaluddin Rumi, the internationally-beloved poet and mystic. Visit http://www.globalspirit.tv for more!

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Jelaluddin Rumi, the 13th century mystic poet, was truly one of the most passionate and profound poets in history. Now, today his presence still remains strong, due in part to how his words seem to drip of the divine, and startle a profound rememberance that links all back to the Soul-Essence. Born in what is present day Afghanistan in 1207, he produced his master work the Masnawi which consists of over 60,000 poems before he died in 1273. The best way to fully say in words his impact, is that he has the ability to describe the Indescribable, Ineffable-- God.

Only Breath

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu

Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion

or cultural system. I am not from the East

or the West, not out of the ocean or up

from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not

composed of elements at all. I do not exist,

am not an entity in this world or in the next,

did not descend from Adam and Eve or any

origin story. My place is placeless, a trace

of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two

worlds as one and that one call to and know,

first, last, outer, inner, only that

breath breathing human being.

From Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks

Above text From: <a href="http://peacefulrivers.homestead.com/Poetry.html">The Mystical Poetry of Rumi!</a>

<a href="http://www.khamush.com/poetry/"> Rumi's Poetry</a>

 

Confused and distraught

 

Again I am raging, I am in such a state by your soul that every

bond you bind, I break, by your soul.

I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all

reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.

My joy is of your doing, my hangover of your thorn; whatever

side you turn your face, I turn mine, by your soul.

I spoke in error; it is not surprising to speak in error in this

state, for this moment I cannot tell cup from wine, by your soul.

I am that madman in bonds who binds the "divs"; I, the madman,

am a Solomon with the "divs", by your soul.

Whatever form other than love raises up its head from my

heart, forthwith I drive it out of the court of my heart, by your soul.

Come, you who have departed, for the thing that departs

comes back; neither you are that, by my soul, nor I am that, by your soul.

Disbeliever, do not conceal disbelief in your soul, for I will recite

the secret of your destiny, by your soul.

Out of love of Sham-e Tabrizi, through wakefulness or

nightrising, like a spinning mote I am distraught, by your soul.

"Mystical Poems of Rumi 2" A. J. Arberry

The University of Chicago Press, 1991

Ý

Reason says, "I will beguile him with the tongue;"

Love says, "Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul."

The soul says to the heart, "Go, do not laugh at me

and yourself. What is there that is not his, that I may beguile him thereby?"

He is not sorrowful and anxious and seeking oblivion

that I may beguile him with wine and a heavy measure.

The arrow of his glance needs not a bow that I should

beguile the shaft of his gaze with a bow.

He is not prisoner of the world, fettered to this world

of earth, that I should beguile him with gold of the kingdom of the world.

He is an angel, though in form he is a man; he is not

lustful that I should beguile him with women.

Angels start away from the house wherein this form

is, so how should I beguile him with such a form and likeness?

He does not take a flock of horses, since he flies on wings;

his food is light, so how should I beguile him with bread?

He is not a merchant and trafficker in the market of the

world that I should beguile him with enchantment of gain and loss.

He is not veiled that I should make myself out sick and

utter sighs, to beguile him with lamentation.

I will bind my head and bow my head, for I have got out

of hand; I will not beguile his compassion with sickness or fluttering.

Hair by hair he sees my crookedness and feigning; what's

hidden from him that I should beguile him with anything hidden.

He is not a seeker of fame, a prince addicted to poets,

that I should beguile him with verses and lyrics and flowing poetry.

The glory of the unseen form is too great for me to

beguile it with blessing or Paradise.

Shams-e Tabriz, who is his chosen and beloved - perchance

I will beguile him with this same pole of the age.

"Mystical Poems of Rumi 2" A. J. Arberry

The University of Chicago Press, 1991

 

A New Rule

It is the rule with drunkards to fall upon each other,

to quarrel, become violent, and make a scene.

The lover is even worse than a drunkard.

I will tell you what love is: to enter a mine of gold.

And what is that gold?

The lover is a king above all kings,

unafraid of death, not at all interested in a golden crown.

The dervish has a pearl concealed under his patched cloak.

Why should he go begging door to door?

Last night that moon came along,

drunk, dropping clothes in the street.

"Get up," I told my heart, "Give the soul a glass of wine.

The moment has come to join the nightingale in the garden,

to taste sugar with the soul-parrot."

I have fallen, with my heart shattered -

where else but on your path? And I

broke your bowl, drunk, my idol, so drunk,

don't let me be harmed, take my hand.

A new rule, a new law has been born:

break all the glasses and fall toward the glassblower.

 

"Love is a Stranger", Kabir Helminski

Threshold Books, 1993

 

 

If anyone asks you

how the perfect satisfaction

of all our sexual wanting

will look, lift your face

and say,

Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness

of the nightsky, climb up on the roof

and dance and say,

Like this.

If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,

or what "God’s fragrance" means,

lean your head toward him or her.

Keep your face there close.

Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image

about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,

slowly loosen knot by knot the strings

of your robe.

Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,

don’t try to explain the miracle.

Kiss me on the lips.

Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means

to "die for love," point

here.

If someone asks how tall I am, frown

and measure with your fingers the space

between the creases on your forehead.

This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.

When someone doesn’t believe that,

walk back into my house.

Like this.

When lovers moan,

they’re telling our story.

Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live.

Stare into this deepening blue,

while the breeze says a secret.

Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do,

light the candle in his hand.

Like this.

How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?

Huuuuu.

How did Jacob’s sight return?

Huuuu.

A little wind cleans the eyes.

Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz,

he’ll put just his head around the edge

of the door to surprise us

Like this.

 

From ‘The Essential Rumi’, Translations

by Coleman Barks with John Moyne

 

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