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Hello!

 

Just finished reading a new book called "The Book of the Dead", by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. One of the main characters in the book drinks absinthe, and I'm happy to report the authors made no mistakes when writing about it's preparation and what-not. Very well researched.

 

It's a great book, and the absinthe reference is nice to see!

 

 

Chuck

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So he lights it on fire, adds laudanum, and has hallucinations while sporting an enhanced erection?

 

By "it" I take you to mean his erection?

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:laf:

 

Sounds fun, I might have to try it..

 

Tried the first three, but then couldn't figure out how to sport my enhanced erection. Should I put a jockey's cap on it? Hit it with a riding crop?

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Why do I always have to keep going back to my posts to edit them? Must pay more attention in future!

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Don't you want to edit that last post ... as usual?

 

 

Must admit, I thought about it. It could have used a comma after "year".

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This is an amazing poem by Ernest Dowson. One of my favourites.

Most of you will know it.

 

 

 

Absinthea Taetra

 

 

Green changed to white, emerald to opal; nothing was changed.

 

The man let the water trickle gently into his glass, and as the

green clouded, a mist fell from his mind.

 

Then he drank opaline.

 

Memories and terrors beset him. The past tore after him like a

panther and through the blackness of the present he saw the

luminous tiger eyes of the things to be.

 

But he drank opaline.

 

And that obscure night of the soul, and the valley of humiliation,

through which he stumbled, were forgotten. He saw blue vistas

of undiscovered countries, high prospects and a quiet, caressing

sea. The past shed its perfume over him, to-day held his hand

as if it were a little child, and tomorrow shone like a white

star: nothing was changed.

 

He drank opaline.

 

The man had known the obscure night of the soul, and lay even

now in the valley of humiliation; and the tiger menace of the

things to be was red in the skies. But for a little while he

had forgotten.

 

Green changed to white, emerald to opal; nothing was changed.

 

 

And your last entry could do with a "."

 

I can only blame my lack of concentration on last nights over-indulgences ;)

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I am sure I was the only one to never see that Thomas. I love it. A very poetic observation of how Absinthe changes your world... for an hour or so.

 

I will put it down as my current second favourite Absinthe poem (my favourite is still monkeycurious' signature).

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Glad you liked it Shai

 

Yea Monkey's sig is great. Just been checking out the author of the quote, Dale Pendell. He's written some very interesting stuff!

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There is a free sample of his book Pharmako/poeia here:

 

http://www.sagewisdom.org/pharmakopoeia.html

 

 

 

On the effects of Salvia divinorum:

 

"....It's like cat paws, soft cat paws pressing, or like a bunch of bird tongues lapping the mind. Or like tiny fingers, the way ivy fingers reach out to climb a wall . . ."

 

Or:

 

"Over a period of several weeks, everything around me gradually became more intelligent"

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One more evocative Absinthe quote

 

It's from For Whom The Bell Tolls and is about an American guerrilla leader in the Spanish Civil War on a difficult mission to blow up a bridge. His one comfort is the absinthe that he carries with him, and which reminds him of the better times he has known in Paris.

 

“…one cup of it took the place of the evening papers, of all the old evenings in cafés, of all the chestnut trees that would be in bloom now in this month, of the great slow horses of the outer boulevards, of book shops, of kiosks, and of galleries, of the Parc Montsouris, of the Stade Buffalo, and of the Butte Chaumont, of the Guaranty Trust Company and the Ile de la Cité, of Foyot's old hotel, and of being able to read and relax in the evening; of all the things he had enjoyed and forgotten and that came back to him when he tasted that opaque, bitter, tongue-numbing, brain-warming, stomach-warming, idea-changing liquid alchemy.”

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As they say, but rarely as they do.

 

Great poem. I had been eyeing Dale Pendell's book a while back on Amazon. I might have to actually buy it next time.

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Just watch out for those giant, lightning-fast, man-eating anacondas down there. I once watched a documentary on them featuring Jon Voight and Jennifer Lopez... it wasn't pretty.

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I'm more worried about the little fish that swim up your urethra and lodge themselves there with barbs. It's like catching a VD without all the fun to precede it.

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I'm more worried about the little fish that swim up your urethra and lodge themselves there with barbs. It's like catching a VD without all the fun to precede it.
Great. Attack of the Anchovies.

 

The first time I heard of those things was when Mrs. Hiram told me about them; I thought it had to be an "urban" legend—till I googled it. Nature Is Not Cruelty Free™.

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"I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing."

 

"But," says Man, "the Babel fish is a dead giveaway isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves that you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. Q.E.D."

 

"Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.

 

"Oh, that was easy," says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.

 

I'm just sayin' is all...goes for the candiru, too.

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