There is an excellent reason for men to
drink. Not the shilly-shally around a glass of Chardonnay amongst
words like Satie and angst. But the drinking of full-blown Hegelian
For a moment of compromise, dismiss God as a
figment of frail minds and place the sad state of things upon the chemical
shoulders of testosterone. And meanwhile accept that we are all
created female until the devil calls the rotten ones to his bosom.
In the Dutchman speaking English you will
sometimes hear the word 'yolk', which can be his pronunciation of
'joke'. A far cry always from the 'yoke of colonialism' or the 'yoke
of Kapital' or the 'yoke of patriarchy'
So often a search for understanding is dismissed as politics. The
assumption being understanding means power. Leaving us sheep to
quietly misunderstand those mystics for whom understanding has become an
Best allow the wolves to
write history, and when the devil's bosom begins to boil raise a cold
glass of something frothy and vote for women whose feet mostly touch this
earth more gently.
And here that
lesson the 'Yolk of Patriarchy' makes so much