Bayard Taylor was an American poet, literary critic–hold it right there! Bayard? Yeah, apparently that was his name. Back in the day, like the 19th century.
Besides his funky name, you gotta love the way they wrote back then. The words may be different from what we’re accustomed to, but the theme and message remain the same, a constant over time. Here he is describing an encounter with hashish:
My journey was that of a conqueror–not of a conqueror who subdues….either by Love or by Will, for I forget that Man existed—but one victorious over the grandest as well as the subtlest forces of Nature…Light, Color, Odor, Sound, and Motion were my slaves.
. My favorite part of our pot date was when I’d send (or receive) this message: “Smoke break! Back online in five minutes.” Which always was repricoted with: “Yes, good idea! Me 2.” There were several of those breaks. When we weren’t inhaling weed, we were inhaling each other, opening up about a range of issues, just enjoying the moment, the excitement of meeting a new person and sharing our stories with each other. Yes, there were times when I didn’t make sense and when my pathetic attempts at humor fell flat. But cut the guy some slack. Is there room for improvement? No doubt.
