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August 23 2016

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August 01 2016

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Give us THC, and we will give you Comedy,
Give us PCP, and we will give you Drama,
Give us MDMA, and we will give you Peace,
Give us LSD, and we will give you Perspective,
Give us DMT, and we will give you Understanding,
But give us LOVE, and we will share with you all the nourishing fruits this life has to offer...
— Clint Ulrich
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postgraduatepunk:

Adolf Münzer, Walpurgis Sabbath, 1906.

Veiled strains of far horns where the tenderness

Of sense with the swift soul goes hand-in-hand

In discords of intoxicating rhythm;

And lo! Behold how at these horns command

 

Appear confused some sudden forms of snow,

Diaphanous, they in the moonshine gleam

Like opals on the branches’ emerald night –

Sure ‘tis a Watteau in some Raffet’s dream!

 

Aye! ‘gainst the dark trees’ emerald night they mix

With languid gestures full of deep despair,

And round the statues’ bronze and marble feet

They dance, they weave a circle slow and fair.

 

Tormented specters! Are they but the thought

With which strong wine hath filled the poet’s head?

Or past regrets and sins? Are these wild shapes,

Thrilling the turf with cadence, but the dead?

 

O dreamer, are they thy remorse which brings

Horror and shame? Or Fancy’s cavalcade?

These Sprites whom giddiness resistless drives!

Or are they but the dead folk who went mad?

 

Paul Verlaine, “Nuit du Walpurgis Classique,” Poemes Saturniens, 1866.

Happy Walpurgisnacht, Beltane, May Eve, etc.

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