Dostoyevsky went to politics ;
Hemmingway opted for the shotgun ;
Sylvia Plath had style - when she
put her head to the oven - that was style.
Garcia Lorca - charming, dangerous,
Lorca, went to mystery and bullets.

I, well I sit quietly in rooms, smoking cigarettes,
smoking joints, with music going softly -
mostly Yepes or Tarrega, good Tarrega,
or now it's Tchaikovsky.

I can just see it , at the end of one of these,
quiet and terrible...