Yeats and Whiskey

oped6 A Drinking Song
by W.B. Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift a glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

In my former life as a bartender we used to make a shot in honor of ol’ Dubya we called a “Slouching Toward Bethlehem”:

1 oz Irish Whiskey
1/2 oz crème de menthe
1/2 oz Kahlua
splash cherry juice (“the blood dimmed tide is loosed”)

Shake with ice, strain, drink fast: the falcon of your consciousness will not hear the falconer. And prepare for the Second Coming of hangovers.

by Kevin Riel

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