Beethoven was deaf.
Faulkner
Bukowski
Hemingway
Carver
all loved the liquid lucidity.
Thoreau couldn't grasp love, hated social gatherings.
if a woman requested a meeting with Kafka he'd never speak or write to her again.
Joyce thought he was the second coming of Christ.
Twain buried 2 children & a wife before he bit the big one.
Lincoln couldn't trust himself with a pen knife.
Dostoevsky
well, good sirs & ladies,
the Russians,
Tchaikovsky especially,
are in an entirely different
league of their own.
Author notes
Written August 5th, 2006
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