"Van Gogh writing his brother for paints. Hemingway testing his shotgun. Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine. the impossibility of being human. Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief. Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town. the impossibility of being human. Burroughs killing his wife with a gun. Mailer stabbing his. the impossibility of being human. Maupassant going mad in rowboat. Dostoevesky lined up against a wall top be shot. Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller. the impossibility. Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato. Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun. Lorca murdered in the road by Spanish troops. the impossibility. Artaud sitting in a mad house bench. Chatterton drinking rat poison. Shakespeare a plagiarist. Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness. the impossibility. the impossibility. Nietzche gone totally mad.the impossibility of being human. all too human. this breathing in and out. out and in. these punks. these cowards. these champions. these mad dogs of glory. moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly." -Charles Bukowski