Thursday, September 13, 2007

Drinking Nostalgia


Clink!
to the memories past,
as they transform
from long lost love,
into the symbols
dotting each page
with emotional blood.

Clink!
to the memories
twisting
into pictures
in mind,
in heart--
as easily as I
empty this glass
I fill it again
for want of one more
beautiful thought,
and goodnight!

Clink!
in loving memory
of our old language
of nuances and sighs,
memories turned
into hieroglyphs
that only a similar
heart's Rosetta Stone
can ever hope
to decipher.

Clink!
in loving memory,
burning and fading
fast with the night;

Ovid once said
"no poem of great
import was ever
written by a
water drinker"

Clink!
to Homer
and the Greek epic
Clink!
to Virgil's
Roman hangover
Clink!
Ovid! My man!
long lost loves...

Meta
morph-o
sis


To change,
Clink!

44 comments:

Crashdummie said...

*clink*

Couldn't have said it better myself. Just so you know, I'll probably end up asking you to be the toastmaster for my wedding - are you free 30th of february 2009?

(good luck finding that in your agenda)

Cheers mate!

karma lennon said...

Clink! Awesome poem. Sometimes I really do write the best stuff after a night of drinking. To creativity! :)

Blancodeviosa said...

Oops, I think I clinked a little..

Beerspitnight said...

a "wee nip" never fails to start the playing of the memory film that is achieved within my mind.

nice words yet again.

JR's Thumbprints said...

Eric Dude!
This is a good poem. I just sat down with an ice cold beer. Read Michelle's blog, then hopped on over to yours. The words went down much smooth than my Busch Light beer. This one's a keeper. Take it from a guy who doesn't like poetry.

Mob said...

Great stuff, cheers, my friend.

singleton said...

Clink!
Change....
and all that comes before and after.
Clinkety Tink!
Perfect!

Lynn@ZelleBlog said...

I think many of us would be alcoholics, if the need to be responsible didnt so often get into the mix. I know many who simply flirt with disease. Hoping it doesn't consume them.

Then again, its hard enough to compete in this world. I wonder if we dont kind of need our faculties?

If one is uptight, it can unleash their faculties though.

But then its perhaps wise to ask why one is uptight to begin with.

Drinking lets out a demon that ought not to be locked. No?

Without talent, it matters not. Either way.

benjibopper said...

i'll clink to that.

her, who stole my beer?

benjibopper said...

i mean, 'hey', not 'her'.

singleton said...

LOL! Sorry, Benji, I didn't think you'd notice!

eric1313 said...
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eric1313 said...

Crashy

The bomb, girl. You got me pretty good on that one... Damn. I didn't even think about the 30th until...

Damn!

And to think I spring that one on people all the time, myself.

Don't ever call yourself dopey. Not, at least, while I'm around, it seems.

To weddings on the 30th of february. May they exist forever in their own special dream funk ethers--rope-a-dope parcel of oblivion.
clink!

eric1313 said...

Karma

To creativity in all it's forms and graces.

To the night we won't need a bottle to let it flow like champagne glugging from a Jereboam--may it come later, rather than sooner.

eric1313 said...

Blancodeviosa

Clinketh a little, clinketh all the time...

To the happy accidents of tumbler and shot glass.

clink!

eric1313 said...

Beerspitnight

To wee nips of the mead of poetry. May we not have to endure what Odin did to be allowed the privelage of song.

eric1313 said...

JR

Thanks for the compliment. I do know your dislike of poems and such, so I appreciate when you, and others who share the same tastes are here today, do like something enough to drop me a comment. Keep holding down the fort on your end of town, or the state, or both, land and governement wise.

To the stories and great lines yet to be scribbled to page. May they grow more and more potent with each passing day.

clink!

eric1313 said...

Mob

To the writers of great words of all styles;

to those damned, dear bastards...

here's some more mud in their eyes and on their pages, too.

clink!

eric1313 said...

Singleton

To the memories and how they subtly change us--and to how they so subtly change themselves. From anger and sorrow, to forgiveness, to fondness. From compelling recollection, to almost forgotten haze on imagination's horizon.

And to the lessening of the burdens on others. You lead the way, and we all flutter to catch up with you; the only butterfly with humming bird wings.

Sometimes dragonfly wings.

Sometimes feathered wings.

Sometimes silver skinned wings of mythic dragonkind itself.

Clink!

eric1313 said...

Lynn

This is true. Sometimes, the pull of the bottle is overpowering, but many other times, the knowledge of when you've had enough is just as compelling.

I've never drank to where I couldn't walk, never drank to black out. I hate getting sick from it, so that too, is a prime motivator to keep perspective before you buy, open, or pour one more.

I had to stop drinking for a while back in June, too. I was pretty damn sick, not from drinking, but a gut-affecting ailment, simply put, so drinking aggrivated it fiercely. I called it quits. Now, I drink on occasion.

Right now? I'm clinking with Mountain Dew. The sun's still out, for Pete's sake.

To knowing when to say when.
when?

clink!

eric1313 said...

Benjibopper

Ha! To the beer bandit and her wily ways. May we all find more where that came from. To the Miracle mini-fridge of college dorm room lore.

And to verse and prose using the word 'clink!'

Like, the sauce itself, may it never become over used.

clink!

(I should check myself on that)

eric1313 said...

Singleton

To the beer bandit herself. May her aquisitions always taste smooth, never bitter.

clink!

Cazzie!!! said...

Excellent as usual Eric :)

maleah said...

Eric,

"in loving memory
of our old language
of nuances and sighs,
memories turned
into hieroglyphs
that only a similar
heart's rosseta stone
can ever hope
to decipher."


Just "wow" man.

I wandered over from my yard. It got dark outside and the girls are gone so it's quiet. Very quiet. Just night noise and now add to that these words and it all makes a little more sense.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Poem sure do go good with my Saturday morning sunriser.

I especially liked

Clink!
to Virgil's
Roman hangover

There's a hell of a lot of insight in that...It took me some drinking and thinking too, but
it has struck me that Dante, Virgil's "student" was writing about only one night in his Inferno.

Some hangover he must have had as well--to be a little irreverent!

Some hangover I'm going to have!

Cheers,

Ivan

Oceanshaman said...

Some of us "would be" alcoholics and addicts crossed the line into actuality . . .

That's not to say that intoxicants of various sorts cannot be catalysts to creativity . . .

Only to say that, for some of us, the 5th Buddhist precept, to abstain from intoxicating drinks and drugs causing heedlessness, has become a necessity to sanity, survival, and our spiritual path . . .

Clink! (with a healthy liter of ice water) . . .

May divinity flow through me, though a water drinker I may be . . .

EA Monroe said...

in loving memory
of our old language...

I really like this poem and the turnings of an original mind.

realbigwings said...

That's a lot of toasts. Now I'm thirsty, so thirsty.

Princess Pointful said...

Clink indeed!
This certainly beats the generic tales of the first time I saw X, or how I knew you were the one for me.

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

A reminder for us to move forward.. Can we?

Maithri said...

Clink!

"To metamorophosis, to change"

To butterflies and caterpillars alike. To all the laughter and tears in between.

Love this beautiful site Eric,

Raising my glass to you,

Love, Maithri

eric1313 said...

Cazzie!!!

To you and all your exclamation points! To your little guitar strummers and your land of beauty down under.

clink!

eric1313 said...

Maleah

To sense made from the hollows of a silent night.

May they always be filled with the voice of your own higher power.

clink!

eric1313 said...

Ivan

Dante was just a chip from Virgil's block, so to speak, ehh? I didn't know that, but of course it makes sense.

To those morning hangover blues, may the make way for another fine evening of festivities, words and lines straight from our previous night's dream.

Clink!

eric1313 said...

Oceanshaman

All water drinkers are welcome. I'm clinking you with a glass of crystal clear life right now.

To sanity, may we keep it whole and healthy in the way we best know how. To the precept that understands how many men have ruined themselves by not wishing or knowing when to say they've had enough.

clink!

eric1313 said...

EA Monroe

To the turnings of all creative minds; may the familiar path have many, many by-roads on which we may a voice that can only be called our own.

clink!

eric1313 said...

Dawn

To the sunrise, and to parched throats and minds being quenched by what they love the most.

May your's always find what you seek.

clink!

eric1313 said...

Princess Pointful

Thank you! It's fun to do something different, you know?

To our experiences, on the page and in the theater of the real. May our firstimes, middletimes, and last times be far from average and very, very far from generic.

clink!
(indeed)

eric1313 said...

Inside Our Hands, Outside Our Hearts

To moving on...

To knowing the past does not define us, though it is what motivates us to reach the highest ground possible. May we do our loves justice with each breath and each word.

Clink!

eric1313 said...

Maithri

You know the spirit in which we create. Change can be terrible and beautiful. It's all in how we actualize it. Thank you for dropping by.

To a world that we will change through the will of our hearts. May we find it within our humble strengths to lift the mountains of burden that crush those less fortunate than ourselves.

clink!

singleton said...

Clinking you! As recently as recently!

eric1313 said...

Singleton

You love to clink!

As recently as now

I should post,

To dragons of autumn twilight
winter night
and the spring dawn

clink!

benjibopper said...

Singleton: oh, it was you, no worries then because I was going to give you one anyway. Here, have another.

eric1313 said...

Benjibopper

I'll let Sing know where to make a beer run to when she needs one!

Promise!