Friday, October 18, 2013

fine.

A struggling author approached his friend William Ross Wallace who sometimes listened to the author's "not yet published poetical work".

"Wallace, I have just written the greatest poem that ever was written." Wallace listened and pronounced it "fine."

"Fine? Is that all?"

The author? Poe.

The poem? "The Raven."

He made nine dollars from it.
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source: "The Beautiful Cigar Girl" by Daniel Stashower.

55 fine, nice, interesting words for G Man.  

17 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

nice. ;)

Fireblossom said...

^^^ Oh shut up, TexWis, LOL!

Sioux said...

Really? If that is true, there is no market for the crap I write...;)

Margaret said...

!! So many critics are jealous weasels who have found out themselves they have not talent...

Margaret said...

Fiction or non-fiction?

G-Man said...

Poor ole Poe probably blew the 9 Bucks on a Bender.
I believe your story to be true!
Between you, Joy, and MZ, at least two of you play every Friday Night.
Planned or not, money can't buy that kind of friendship and support. You are a fantastic Human Being Shay, you bare your Soul to the World on a weekly basis. And do it in a way that brings, tears, sighs, smiles, and disbelief that any mind can conjure up the images that you create for us all.
You leave me amazed regularly.
Do you understand how much I appreciate all that you do?
I hope you do...:-)
Thanks a Bunch, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

hedgewitch said...

How dast this poltroon address the greatest American poet, the inventor of genres, the coiner of a thousand unequaled phrases, my idol and poetic role model, with such slighting persiflage? Wallace was obviously a scoundrel and a cad with delusions of adequacy.

Er...returning to the current century, may I say, that was an awesome 55, Shay. Poe had a crap life, yet still he made something out of it that was remarkable and unique, and nine dollars, or nine million, was totally irrelevant to the worth of it.

Cloudia said...

Consonant with my experience as a woefully overlooked genius. . . then there's YOU!


ALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^= <3

Susie Clevenger said...

If Poe can't sell, then I am doomed to die rich with words, but poor in currency.

Yvonne Osborne said...

I once made $10.00 for a poem. What an achievement. So many poets and writers never made a living off what they loved to do. And so it goes.

myinnerchick.com said...

why do all the crazy fabulous poets need to die before they make more than 9 dollars?!

Plath, Sexton, Poe, Dickenson....

perhaps an early death, makes them more interesting.

xx

Grandmother (Mary) said...

And think of how his work has inspired, frightened, instructed and delighted subsequent generations. Mighty fine.

Mama Zen said...

Meh.

Lynn said...

And it's poem that has stood the test of time. :)

Alice Audrey said...

What a heartbreak that he couldn't have earned enough from his many works to live on. As if his life hadn't been filled with enough misery. Excellent 55.

Mine is here


Kerry O'Connor said...

Perhaps "Fine" was considered high praise in those days.

grapeling said...

Poe thing. Other were raven about his work.

:)