Number 1 in a series on great artists who pushed paper by day and did their real work by night.
The first fellow is sketched out in a new book on Rimbaud by Edmund White…(I dropped the name Rimbaud there as if he was near and dear to me; I know his work by reputation only).
Paul Verlaine
Verlaine drank so much that he soon succumbed to a special form of crazy and violent alcoholism called absinthisme. Eventually he withdrew from law school and began working a boondoggle his parents found him at the city hall, where he showed up at 10 in the morning, took a two-hour sodden lunch, lurched back to the office for an hour or two of shuffling papers, and was ready for aperitifs at the Cafe’ de Gaz by five.
Well say what you like, at he least did his hours.
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