Parable of theMadpoet
And I'm the great would-be poet. Yes. That's right! Poet. Some kind of bastard literature...all it
needs is a simple knife thrust. Just let me bleed you, you loud whore, and one poem vanished.
A whole people of neurotics, struggling to keep from being sane. And the only thing that would
cure the neurosis would be your murder...
--Amiri Baraka, The Dutchman
He was a man who lived on the razor's edge,like a tight walker about to fall into the chasm, a false step, a
slight loss of

















