The green wine's touch : liquor and it's language. (featured: Pablo Picasso – The Absinthe Drinker (1901)

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November 18,2025


GREEN WINE'S CURSE


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Green wine's curse series: the touch

This art feels so much like Pablo Picasso’s – The Absinthe Drinker (1901). That thin lanky man sitting, red scarf upon his neck, gauntily looking below his hat. He looks hopeless like a dreamer praying that his dreams might vanish but they stay aggressively interrupting his sight. Loneliness feels familiar to his soul almost similar to unwanted romance. In hope that the sitting glass cup might take away this language too strange to interpret, this dream he knows nothing of but haunts him. Perhaps a green wine's curse.


Pablo Picasso 's Absinthe the drinker 1901


Touching the brim of a glass that has nothing to give but liquor to your sorrow, to add dreams to your many dreams. Only that the dreams it holds are temporary, and you know not yourself in any of them. In the multi mirrors you are faceless. You can play any music, pitch or melody at your will. You can make a wish. Loosen your flesh and hang it on the chair on which you sit and dance. You are free, a free blind bird running from it's own torment. Do not ask “is this I" yes, it is the formatted version of your liquor filled soul. All a little glass can give. I might name you a vicious coward, you fear what you yourself feel instead of possessing. Where were you when you left the door ajar? Why did you not shut it quickly.
Wait! you could heal.

but you flee.
to the glass house that only gives you liquor
.
This dream, you shall quickly forget and the tempest shall tear you again, again, again till you are merry in a merry go round of folly. I ask you your name you say “vanity". You've sold your identity for 5 Kobo to the bartender. Kneel and beg God for mercy. Grab the helm of his dress and request for a name, and for good dreams that you may sleep in peace.

Amen.

Or shall you choose a forever after, the dreams over there eternal, spinning and spinning your nut head on a puritan bolt. Only in this new dream you shall eat of the communion and a wine won't booze you, instead it shall wash you clean.

Amen again.

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