April 2021
| BEER |
| The Poetry of Beer |
| Li Bai The Brew If heaven loved not the brew, A Beer Star would not be in heaven; If earth loved not the brew, The Beer Spring would not be on the earth. Since heaven and earth love the brew, Need a tippling mortal be ashamed? The transparent beer, I hear, Has the soothing virtue of a sage, While the turgid is rich, they say, As the fertile mind of the wise. Both the sage and the wise were drinkers, Why seek for peers among gods and goblins? Three cups open the grand door to bliss; Take a jugful, the universe is yours. Such is the rapture of the brew That the sober shall never inherit. -------------- |
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| Hilaire Belloc Sngn of the Brew Now the faith is old and the Devil bold Exceedingly bold indeed. And the masses of doubt that are floating about Would smother a mortal creed. But we that sit in a sturdy youth And still can drink strong ale Let us put it away to infallible truth That always shall prevail. And thank the Lord For the temporal sword And howling heretics too. And all good things Our Christendom brings But especially barley brew! With my row-ti-tow Ti-oodly-ow Especially barley brew! |
| John McCalley The Rules Beer before liquor, never been sicker. Liquor then beer, have no fear. Beer before gin, sick in the bin. Vodka and ice, pay a high price. Wine after Pimm's, lose a few limbs. Beer from a bottle, piss at full throttle. --------------- Little Big Town Day Drinking Everybody's always waiting on Friday Watching that clock and sittin' on go Whatcha' say we find a little warm sunshine And open up an umbrella on the patio Don't need a reason or a happy hour Ain't hanging 'round for a show Don't wanna wait 'til the sun's sinking We could be feeling all right I know you know what I'm thinking Why don't we do a little neer drinking? |
J.K. Stephen A Drinking Song There are people, I know, to be found, Who say, and apparently think, That sorrow and care may be drowned By a timely consumption of drink. Does not man, these enthusiasts ask, Most nearly approach no fear, When engaged in the soul-stirring task Of filling his body with beer? Have not beggars been frequently known, When satisfied, soaked, and replete, To imagine their bench was a throne And the civilised world at their feet? Lord Byron has finely described The remarkably soothing effect Of liquor, profusely imbibed, On a soul that is shattered and wrecked. In short, if your body or mind Or your soul or your purse come to grief, You need only get drunk, and you'll find Complete and immediate relief. ------------------ |
| Pablo Feruda Ode to Beer Beer color of day Beer color of night beer with your hues of brown or yellow so bright, beer, starry child of the earth, beer, smooth as a golden sword, soft as ruffled velvet, beer spiral-shelled and suspended, loving, of the land, you’ve never been contained in one glass, in one song, in one man, ------------ |
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