Photo by Dixie Davis
I’m working on a book about a life in herbs, and this excerpt is from a bigger piece on wormwood: Artemisia Absinthium, or absinthe, AKA the Green Fairy. It was first made as a cough syrup. The rest is history and some of the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
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On a snowy New Year’s Eve upstate, after a few sips of the bitter concoction of absinthe, I carried my other-worldly-milky-green-fluid upstairs. Jamie came up with me, leaving Matt alone with the bottle. When we were both almost ready to leave for a party, we heard him making his way up the stairs, a detectible struggle in every step. Leaning on the frame of my bedroom door, his consonant-less words spilled in my direction. “I don’ wanna see you get old, Steph.”
“What in the world, Matt? Go get dressed. We should have left an hour ago.”
“I can’t bear to see your teeth fall out and your skin hang on you like a skeleton.”
As I put on my mascara, I said, “Get out of here now. You’re freaking me out.”
“I’m not kidding. It’s just too sad to think about seeing my loved ones go from beautiful to ugly.”
“Oh God, how much ‘Madness in a Bottle’ did you drink?”
“Only two.” I learned long ago that his capacity to count liquids is impaired. “But what if you get age spots and your hair goes thin…”
Absinthe is linked to the ruination of a few generations of writers and artists, especially in France. Thujone, the chemical component once thought to be what drove everyone nuts is much lower in modern formulas, which is what we were drinking. But now it’s believed it wasn’t thujone causing naked parades in the street, a jailed Oscar Wilde, Van Gogh to cut off his ear, Verlaine to shoot Rimbaud, or Hemingway to commit suicide. The current belief is they were all suffering from alcohol poisoning: starting in the morning, going deep into the night, seeking new forms of literature and art.
“Of all nights, Matt, God help me. New Year’s Eve is hard enough. As long as I can think, I consider myself vital, so leave me out of this crap.” I slammed the door.
From the hall, I heard, “It’s the Green Fairy talking, Steph.”
I yelled, “You’re morbid.”
“What if your breasts start to hang down to your waist.“
“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” I said, opening and slamming the door again and again, as if the whoosh of air were capable of changing the course of history.
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Dixie Davis, photographer and artist, lives in Tuscon, Arizona with her husband, Tom, their dogs, fish, flowers, and a life in the desert that she chronicles daily with her beautiful eye and appreciation in the natural world.
I love the story of The Green Fairy, the depths of depravity and just saying “No” to the minds hopeless entangled in the chemical illusions. Thank You for using Little Boy to illustrate another fabulous work of your much beloved written art!
I so appreciate you do in your artistic life and am grateful to be able to use one of your images, or more someday! Thank you, Dixie!
Anytime you want to use one of my images you are most welcome to! I am deeply humbled and honored when one of shots can go to another level and support incredible written word done so beautifully by you.
I loved this story Steph and little did Matt know – the ‘what ifs’ were already in the works!!!
No kidding, Sally! Thank you for reading these and hope you’re well.
Thank you, Helen, especially because it’s pretty dark. I know somewon’t want to experience those words and concepts. But I like dark and juicy too.
Thank you, dear Helen! Some like these dark ones, I like to write them, and some expect something else from me. It does my heart good to know you are reading them.
Another great story Steph. Love this.
Love you, Fiona. Hope all is well.
Nice! Not going to try and get flowery here. Your writing keeps me enthralled.
I have been thinking about trying the green stuff for a few years, but never bought a bottle.
Thank you, Linda. It’s kind of awful, actually…but gave me something to write about. The piece for the book includes another Green Fairy experience, not so good either.
I simply love this and adore the book idea! Please let’s see each other!
There’s no mind or spirit I need to see more than yours!!!!! Let’s set it up by email and make it happen, Pat. Love, Stephanie