Lawrence wrote: > it was commonly believed among poets, painters, and novelists that drinking > enhanced one's talent. One could more readily reach one's muse under the > influence. Hart Crane comes immediately to mind. There's a good discussion of Crane and his place in American letters, including some vignettes of his encounters with his drunken muse, in a discussion of his work on the occasion of his being given a volume of the Library of America. http://www.newyorker.com/critics/content/articles/061009crbo_books1 'Crane was almost unique in preferring to write while he was actually drunk. Malcolm Cowley, in ?Exile?s Return,? his memoir of New York and Paris in the nineteen-twenties, recalled the way Crane would slip away from a bacchanalian party to write verse: 'Gradually he would fall silent, and a little later he disappeared. In lulls that began to interrupt the laughter, now Hart was gone, we would hear a new hubbub through the walls of his room--the phonograph playing a Cuban rumba, the typewriter clacking simultaneously; then the phonograph would run down and the typewriter stop while Hart changed the record, perhaps to a torch song, perhaps to Ravel's ?Bolero.?. . . An hour later . . . he would appear in the kitchen or on the croquet court, his face brick-red, his eyes burning, his already iron-gray hair bristling straight up from his skull. . . . In his hands would be two or three sheets of typewritten manuscript, with words crossed out and new lines scrawled in. ?R-read that,? he would say. ?Isn't that the grreatest poem ever written?? ' Robert Paul The Reed Institute ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html